Henry Kendall

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

The Ivy On The Wall - Poem by Henry Kendall

THE VERDANT ivy clings around
Yon moss be-mantled wall,
As if it sought to hide the stones,
That crumbling soon must fall:
That relic of a bygone age
Now tottering to decay,
Has but one friend—the ivy—left.
The rest have passed away.

The fairy flowers that once did bloom
And smile beneath its shade;
They lingered till the autumn came,
And autumn saw them fade:
The emerald leaves that blushed between—
The winds away have blown;
But yet to cheer the mournful scene,
The ivy liveth on.

Thus heavenly hope will still survive,
When earthly joys have fled;
And all the flow’ry dreams of youth
Lie withering and dead.
When Winter comes—it twines itself
Around the human heart;
And like the ivy on the wall
Will ne’er from thence depart.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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