Thomas Henry Kendall,
The Poems of Henry Kendall — The Wail in the Native Oak
(1920)
“ For that fainting gleam of glory sad with flickering, sickly smiles? In these woodlands I was restless! I had seen a light depart, And an ache for something vanished filled and chilled my longing heart, And I linked my thoughts together—"All seemed still and dull to-day, But a painful symbol groweth from the shine that pales away! This may not be idle dreaming; if the spirit roams," I said, "This is surely one, a wanderer from the ages which have fled! Who can look beyond the darkness; who can see so he may tell Where the sunsets all have gone to; where the souls that leave us dwell? ”
