Leaves From Australian Forests
by Henry Kendall
DEDICATION.
To her who, cast with me in
trying days,
Stood in the place of health and power and praise;-
Who, when I thought all light was out, became
A lamp of hope that put my fears to shame;-
Who faced for love's sole sake the life austere
That waits upon the man of letters here;-
Who, unawares, her deep
affection showed,
By many a
touching little wifely mode;-
Whose spirit, self-denying, dear, divine,
Its sorrows hid, so it might
lessen mine, -
To her, my bright, best friend, I dedicate
This book of songs. 'Twill help to compensate
For much
neglect. The act, if not the rhyme,
Will touch her heart, and lead her to the time
Of trials past. That which is most intense
Within these leaves is of her influence;
And if aught here is sweetened with a tone
Sincere, like love, it came of love alone.
CONTENTS
PREFATORY SONNETS
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1
THE HUT IN THE BLACK SWAMP
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3
SEPTEMBER IN AUSTRALIA
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7
GHOST GLEN
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10
DAPHNE
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13
THE WARRIGAL
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16
EUROCLYDON
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19
ARALUEN
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24
AT EUROMA
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28
ILLA CREEK
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30
MOSS ON A WALL
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33
CAMPASPE
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36
ON A CATTLE TRACK
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39
TO DAMASCUS
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42
BELL BIRDS
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45
A DEATH IN THE BUSH
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48
A SPANISH LOVE SONG
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58
THE LAST OF HIS TRIBE
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60
ARAKOON
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62
THE VOYAGE OF TELEGONUS
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65
SITTING BY THE FIRE
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74
CLEONE
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76
CHARLES HARPUR
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78
GOD HELP OUR MEN AT SEA
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81
COOGEE
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83
OGYGES
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87
BY THE SEA
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92
SONG OF THE CATTLE HUNTERS
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93
KING SAUL AT GILBOA
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95
IN THE VALLEY
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101
TWELVE SONNETS
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103
SUTHERLAND'S GRAVE
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115
SYRINX
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118
ON THE PAROO
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121
FAITH IN GOD
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125
MOUNTAIN MOSS
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127
THE GLEN OF ARRAWATTA
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130
EUTERPE
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139
ELLEN BAY
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143
AT DUSK
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145
SAFI
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148
DANIEL HENRY DENIEHY
..
153
MEROPE
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156
AFTER THE HUNT
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160
ROSE LORRAINE
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161
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I.
I PURPOSED once to take my pen and write,
Not songs, like some, tormented and awry
With
passion, but a
cunning harmony
Of words and music caught from glen and height,
And lucid colours born of
woodland light
And shining places where the sea-streams lie.
But this was when the heat of youth glowed white,
And since I've put the faded purpose by.
I have no
faultless fruits to offer you
Who read this book; but certain syllables
Herein are borrowed from unfooted dells
And secret hollows dear to
noontide dew;
And these at least, though far between and few,
May catch the sense like subtle forest spells.
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II.
So take these kindly, even though there be
Some notes that unto other lyres belong,
Stray echoes from the elder sons of song;
And think how from its neighbouring native sea
The
pensive shell doth borrow melody.
I would not do the
lordly masters wrong
By filching fair words from the shining throng
Whose music haunts me as the wind a tree.
Lo, when a stranger in soft Syrian glooms
Shot through with
sunset, treads the cedar dells,
And hears the breezy ring of elfin bells
Far down be where the white-haired
cataract booms,
He, faint with
sweetness caught from forest smells,
Bears
thence, unwitting,
plunder of perfumes.
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LEAVES FROM AUSTRALIAN FORESTS
THE HUT BY THE BLACK SWAMP
NOW comes the
fierce North-Easter, bound
About with clouds and racks of rain,
And dry, dead leaves go whirling round
In rings of dust, and sigh like pain
Across the plain.
Now Twilight, with a
shadowy hand
Of wild dominionship, doth keep
Strong hold of hollow straits of land,
And
watery sounds are loud and deep