Not all of his poems include the wit of his short prose. His poem "Looking Forward," dated November 3, 1895, is a harmless and fun poem that experiments a bit with form in its repeated phrases "when (till) the cows come home":
Soft shadows grow deeper in dingle and dell,
Night hawks are beginning to roam;
The breezes are cooler; the owl is awake,
The whippoorwill calls from his nest in the brake;
When
the
cows
come
home.
The cup of the lily is heavy with dew;
In heaven's aerial dome
Stars twinkle; and down in the darkening swamp
The fireflies glow, and the elves are a-romp;
When
the
cows
come
home.
And the populist smiles when he thinks of the time
That unto his party will come;
When at the pie counter they capture a seat,
And they'll eat and eat and eat and eat
Till
the
cows
come
home.
The poem was published in the Houston Daily Post while Henry was employed as a columnist there. It was a role he held for less than a year.
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