Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — Daniel Henry Deniehy
(1920)
“ Yea, and while the land is dark with plover, gull, and gloomy glede, Where the cold, swift songs of Winter fill the interlucent reed. Yet, my harp—and oh, my fathers! never look for Sorrow's lay, Making life a mighty darkness in the patient noon of day ”
