Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — The Hut by the Black Swamp
(1920)
“ In corners dank from lack of suns, And out of fœtid furrows stare The growths that scare. Here Summer's grasp of fire is laid On bark and slabs that rot, and breed Squat ugly things of deadly shade, The scorpion, and the spiteful seed Of centipede. ”
