The Poems of Henry Kendall - With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens by Henry Kendall
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Lo! yeelamans splinter and boomerangs clash,
And a spear through the darkness is driven -- It whizzes along like a wandering flash From the heart of a hurricane riven. They turn to the mountains, that gloomy-browed band; The rain droppeth down with a moan to the land, And the face of a chieftain lies buried in sand -- Oh, the light that was quenched with Kooroora! To-morrow the Wanneroo dogs will rejoice, And feast in this desolate valley; But where are his brothers -- the friends of his choice, And why art thou absent, Ewalli? Now silence draws back to the forest again, And the wind, like a wayfarer, sleeps on the plain, But the cheeks of a warrior bleach in the rain. Oh! where are thy mourners, Kooroora? Fainting by the Way Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away, Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay; Lurid wastelands, pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs, Where the scanty thorn-leaves twinkle with their haggard, hopeless eyes; Furnaced wastelands, hunched with hillocks, like to stony billows rolled, |
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