Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл)

Early Poems (1859-70). The Waterfall

The song of the water
 Doomed ever to roam,
A beautiful exile,
 Afar from its home.

The cliffs on the mountain,
 The grand and the gray,
They took the bright creature
 And hurled it away!

I heard the wild downfall,
 And knew it must spill
A passionate heart out
 All over the hill.

Oh! was it a daughter
 Of sorrow and sin,
That they threw it so madly
 Down into the lynn?

 ...

And listen, my Sister,
 For this is the song
The Waterfall taught me
 The ridges among:—

"Oh where are the shadows
 So cool and so sweet
And the rocks," saith the water,
 "With the moss on their feet?

"Oh, where are my playmates
 The wind and the flowers—
The golden and purple—
 Of honey-sweet bowers,

"Mine eyes have been blinded
 Because of the sun;
And moaning and moaning
 I listlessly run.

"These hills are so flinty!—
 Ah! tell me, dark Earth,
What valley leads back to
 The place of my birth?—

"What valley leads up to
 The haunts where a child
Of the caverns I sported,
 The free and the wild?

"There lift me,"—it crieth,
 "I faint from the heat;
With a sob for the shadows
 So cool and so sweet."

Ye rocks, that look over
 With never a tear,
I yearn for one half of
 The wasted love here!

My sister so wistful,
 You know I believe,
Like a child for the mountains
 This water doth grieve.

Ah! you with the blue eyes
 And golden-brown hair,
Come closer and closer
 And truly declare:—

Supposing a darling
 Once happened to sin,
In a passionate space,
 Would you carry her in—

If your fathers and mothers,
 The grand and the gray,
Had taken the weak one
 And hurled her away?

1. Early Poems (1859-70). Dungog
2. Early Poems (1859-70). James Lionel Michael
3. Other Poems (1871-82). Aboriginal Death-Song
4. Other Poems (1871-82). Outre Mer
5. Early Poems (1859-70). Caroline Chisholm

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