Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

61. September in Australia 1/4/2003
62. Sedan 4/7/2010
63. Safi 4/7/2010
64. Rose Lorraine 1/4/2003
65. Robert Parkes 4/7/2010
66. Rizpah 4/7/2010
67. Pytheas 4/7/2010
68. Prefatory Sonnets I 1/4/2003
69. Peter the Piccaninny 4/7/2010
70. Persia 4/7/2010
71. Passing Away 4/7/2010
72. Outre Mer 1/4/2003
73. Our Jack 4/7/2010
74. Orara 1/1/2004
75. On the Paroo 4/7/2010
76. On a Street 4/7/2010
77. On a Spanish Cathedral 4/7/2010
78. On A Cattle Track 4/7/2010
79. On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury 4/7/2010
80. Oh, Tell Me, Ye Breezes 4/7/2010

After Many Years

The song that once I dreamed about,
   The tender, touching thing,
As radiant as the rose without,
   The love of wind and wing:
The perfect verses, to the tune
   Of woodland music set,
As beautiful as afternoon,
   Remain unwritten yet.

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