In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="vision"></SPAN> <h3> The Vision<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> A vision came unto a saint of old<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of a fair city by a crystal stream,</SPAN><br/> Its gates of pearl, its streets of shining gold,&mdash;<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Barbaric splendours of a mystic's dream.</SPAN><br/> There upon floating wings the white-robed throng<br/> No man can number chant in endless song;<br/> Across the tideless sea no shadow falls<br/> To dim the glory of the sapphire walls,<br/> Or mar the splendour of the throne-crowned height.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Ah love, the mystic's vision wakes to-night,<br/> With all its glittering show and kingly pride,<br/> No longing in a heart unsatisfied.<br/> But oh, to walk with thee the river shore<br/> As in the days gone by, the gold strewn o'er<br/> The strand of primrose bloom, the water's flow,<br/> Mingled with thy sweet voice in music low,<br/> The angel song; to touch my lips to thine,<br/> To hear the whispering of thy heart to mine,<br/> And burning with a fire that never dies,<br/> To see once more the love-light in thine eyes.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Ah, dim those far celestial splendours burn,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Gray grow the sapphire walls and gold-strewn ways</SPAN><br/> Before the vision of thy love's return<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With all the unuttered joys of bygone days.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />