Thomas Henry Kendall

“ GHOST GLEN
"Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now,
For the paths are grown over, untrodden by men now;
Shut your ears, stranger," saith the grey mother, crooning
Her sorcery runic, when sets the half-moon in. ”

“ Or fly for your life from those shadows unsightly,
From the set staring features (cold, and so young, too) ,
And the death on the lips that a mother hath clung to.
I tell you—that bushman is braver than most men
Who even in daylight doth go through the Ghost Glen,
Although in that hollow, unholy and lonely,
He sees the dank sawpits and bloody logs only. ”