Henry Kendall

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

Stanzas - Poem by Henry Kendall

The sunsets fall and the sunsets fade,
But still I walk this shadowy land;
And grapple the dark and only the dark
In my search for a loving hand.

For it's here a still, deep woodland lies,
With spurs of pine and sheaves of fern;
But I wander wild, and wail like a child
For a face that will never return!

And it's here a mighty water flows,
With drifts of wind and wimpled waves;
But the darling head of a dear one dead
Is hidden beneath its caves.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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