Henry Kendall Poems
- Amongst The Roses I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot ...
- The Last Of His Tribe He crouches, and buries his face on his...
- After Many Years The song that once I dreamed about, ...
- Aboriginal Death Song Feet of the flying, and fierce Tops...
- Song Of The Cattle Hunters While the morning light beams on ...
- Bell Birds By channels of coolness the echoes are ...
- After The Hunt Underneath the windy mountain walls ...
Thomas Henry Kendall was a nineteenth century Australian poet.
Kendall was born near Ulladulla, New South Wales. He was registered as Thomas Henry Kendall, but never appears to have used his first name. His three volumes of verse were all published under the name of "Henry Kendall". His father, Basil Kendall, was the son of the Rev. Thomas Kendall who came to Sydney in 1809 and five years later went as a missionary to New Zealand.
He received only a slight education. When he was 15 he went to sea with one of his uncles and was away for about two years. Returning to Sydney when 17 years old he found his mother keeping a boarding-school; it was ... more »
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Amongst The Roses
I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon,
On Etheline calling and calling!
One said: “She will hear you and come to you soon,
When the coolness, my brother, is falling.”
But I whispered: “O Darling, I falter with pain!”
And the thirsty leaves rustled, and hissed for the rain,
Where a wayfarer halted and slept on the plain;
And dreamt of a garden of Roses!
Of a cool sweet place,
And a nestling face
In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.
In the drought of a Desert, outwearied, I wept,
O Etheline, ...