Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл)

Early Poems (1859-70). To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall

To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound,
And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head,
The many lilts of song we sang and said,
My friend and brother, when we journeyed round
Our haunts at Wollongong, that classic ground
For me at least, a lingerer deeply read
And steeped in beauty.  Oft in trance I tread
Those shining shores, and hear your talk of Fame
With thought-flushed face and heart so well assured
(Beholding through the woodland's bright distress
The Moon half pillaged of her loveliness)
Of this wild dreamer:  Had you but endured
A dubious dark, you might have won a name
With brighter bays than I can ever claim.

Henry Kendall’s other poems:

  1. Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Exhibition Cantata
  2. Early Poems (1859-70). To——
  3. Early Poems (1859-70). Deniehy’s Dream
  4. Early Poems (1859-70). Rizpah
  5. Early Poems (1859-70). Elijah




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