Henry Kendall (Генри Кендалл)

Leaves from Australian Forests (1869). 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 salt of the lakes,
 Have made him a hunter again—
 A hunter and fisher again.

For his eyes have been full with a smouldering thought;
 But he dreams of the hunts of yore,
And of foes that he sought, and of fights that he fought
 With those who will battle no more—
 Who will go to the battle no more.

It is well that the water which tumbles and fills,
 Goes moaning and moaning along;
For an echo rolls out from the sides of the hills,
 And he starts at a wonderful song—
 At the sound of a wonderful song.

And he sees, through the rents of the scattering fogs,
 The corroboree warlike and grim,
And the lubra who sat by the fire on the logs,
 To watch, like a mourner, for him—
 Like a mother and mourner for him.

Will he go in his sleep from these desolate lands,
 Like a chief, to the rest of his race,
With the honey-voiced woman who beckons and stands,
 And gleams like a dream in his face—
 Like a marvellous dream in his face?

1. Early Poems (1859-70). In Memoriam—Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse
2. Other Poems (1871-82). How the Melbourne Cup was Won
3. Early Poems (1859-70). Cui Bono?
4. Other Poems (1871-82). Aboriginal Death-Song
5. Other Poems (1871-82). Sydney Exhibition Cantata

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