TO-NIGHT the sea sends up a gulf-like sound, <br />And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head, <br />The many lilts of song we sang and said, <br />My friend and brother, when we journeyed round <br />Our haunts at Wollongong, that classic ground <br />For me at least, a lingerer deeply read <br />And steeped in beauty. Oft in trance I tread <br />Those shining shores, and hear your talk of Fame <br />With thought-flushed face and heart so well assured <br />(Beholding through the woodland’s bright distress <br />The Moon half pillaged of her loveliness) <br />Of this wild dreamer: Had you but endured <br />A dubious dark, you might have won a name <br />With brighter bays than I can ever claim.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-brother-basil-e-kendall/
