Henry Kendall

(18 April 1839 – 1 August 1882 / Ulladulla, New South Wales)

Henry Kendall Poems

161. A Birthday Trifle 4/7/2010
162. How The Melbourne Cup Was Won 4/7/2010
163. Australia Vindex 4/7/2010
164. A Hyde Park Larrikin 1/1/2004
165. At Her Window 4/7/2010
166. Evening Hymn 4/7/2010
167. From The Forests 4/7/2010
168. To A Mountain 1/4/2003
169. Kiama 1/1/2004
170. At Euroma 4/7/2010
171. A Death In The Bush 4/7/2010
172. Bells Beyond The Forest 4/7/2010
173. Footfalls 4/7/2010
174. Araluen 1/4/2003
175. At Long Bay 4/7/2010
176. Etheline 1/1/2004
177. Arakoon 1/1/2004
178. The Muse Of Australia 1/1/2004
179. A Mountain Spring 1/1/2004
180. Kooroora 1/1/2004
181. Australian War Song 4/7/2010
182. Beyond Kerguelen 1/1/2004
183. At Dusk 4/7/2010
184. A Day Of Dream 4/7/2010
185. Astarte 1/1/2004
186. A Spanish Love Song 1/1/2004
187. ~araluen~ 1/1/2004
188. The River And The Hill 1/1/2004
189. Aileen 1/1/2004
190. After The Hunt 1/1/2004
191. Bell Birds 4/7/2010
192. Song Of The Cattle Hunters 1/1/2004
193. The Last Of His Tribe 1/1/2004
194. Aboriginal Death Song 1/1/2004
195. After Many Years 1/4/2003
196. Amongst The Roses 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Henry Kendall

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, ...

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Araluen

Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
Put the blossom close to baby -- kneel with me, my love, and pray;
We must leave the bird we've buried -- say good-bye to her to-day;
In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other lands,
And the flowers we have fostered will be left to other hands.
Other eyes will watch them growing -- other feet will softly tread
Where two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many

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