There the lake of many runnels
nestles in a windless wild,
Far among thick-folded forests,
like a radiant, human child.
These are the only verses I have of "Womberall." There may be more. Womberall, if I remember rightly, is not in any of his published volumes mentioned here. But I cannot be certain on that point, as I have not the volumes to refer to at hand. Perhaps there may be many new editions of Kendall's poems that I know nothing of, as I have not been in touch with any libraries for many years, and am writing from old recollections, which, for my purpose, I prefer to do. If I have been anticipated in my work, and so thoroughly anticipated as to make any information or "facts and fancies" I have to offer quite superfluous, all the better for Henry Clarence Kendall and his poetry.
