In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="garden"></SPAN> <h3> In a Belgian Garden </h3> <p class="poem"> Once in a Belgian garden,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">(Ah, many months ago!)</SPAN><br/> I saw like pale Madonnas<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The tall white lilies blow.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Great poplars swayed and trembled<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Afar against the sky,</SPAN><br/> And green with flags and rushes<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The river wandered by.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Amid the waving wheatfields<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Glowed poppies blazing red,</SPAN><br/> And showering strange wild music<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A lark rose overhead.</SPAN><br/></p> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 10%; letter-spacing: 2em">*****</SPAN><br/> <p class="poem"> The lark has ceased his singing,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The wheat is trodden low,</SPAN><br/> And in the blood-stained garden<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No more the lilies blow.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> And where green poplars trembled<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Stand shattered trunks instead,</SPAN><br/> And lines of small white crosses<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Keep guard above the dead.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> For here brave lads and noble,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From lands beyond the deep,</SPAN><br/> Beneath the small white crosses<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Have laid them down to sleep.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> They laid them down with gladness<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Upon the alien plain,</SPAN><br/> That this same Belgian garden<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Might bud and bloom again.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />