In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="mystic"></SPAN> <h3> The Mystic<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> The mystic sits by the sacred stream<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Watching the sun as it mounts the sky;</SPAN><br/> And life to him is a haunting dream<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or a dim, weird pageant passing by.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Sorrow and joy go on their way,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Passion and lust and love and hate;</SPAN><br/> Only a band of mummers they,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Blindly led by the hand of fate.</SPAN><br/></p> <p class="poem"> Though the pageant is real, himself the dream,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Though men are born and strive and die,</SPAN><br/> Yet the mystic sits by the sacred stream<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Watching the sun go down the sky.</SPAN><br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />