Henry Kendall Poems
- The Last Of His Tribe He crouches, and buries his face on his...
- Amongst The Roses I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot ...
- Bell Birds By channels of coolness the echoes are ...
- Aboriginal Death Song Feet of the flying, and fierce Tops...
- A Day Of Dream On that bold hill, against a broad blue ...
- Song Of The Cattle Hunters While the morning light beams on ...
- At Dusk AT DUSK, like flowers that shun the day, Shy ...
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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The Last Of His Tribe
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there -
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And turn to their coverts for fear;
But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear -
With the nullah, the sling and the spear.
Uloola, behold him! The thunder that breaks
On the tops of the rocks with the rain,
And the wind which drives up with the...