Poems by Henry Kendall
To the Spirit of Music
... Dies with a sound on its lips like a psalm ...
The Wail in the Native Oak
... Whilst the woodlands groaned and muttered like a monster vexed with dreams ...
The Waterfall
... With the moss on their feet ...
Clari
... Would you have me cast down in the dark of her frown, ...
Dungog
... There, friends, are spots of sleepy green, ...
In the Depths of a Forest
... And rejoice that a rest has been found for the weary ...
Australia Vindex
... Thou shalt wrestle with wraiths of thy sin, ...
Achan
... She glides, like a myrrh-scented wind, through the willows, ...
Bill the Bullock-Driver
... And shake the great globe with the strength of their hands, ...
The Australian Emigrant
... And had turned in our tears from the view of the shore, ...
The Song of Ninian Melville
... Slipped into the priests and parsons - hanunered at the British Court - - ...
Araluen
... Girl, whose hand at Gods high altar in the dear, dead year I pressed, ...
A Death in the Bush
... yet, evermore About the roof-tree on the dripping eaves, ...
Blue Mountain Pioneers
... Their strong arms forced a path through brake and briar ...
On a Spanish Cathedral
... May have dreamed at their altars sublime the dream that their fathers had dreamed, ...
