In a Belgian Garden and Other Poems

<SPAN name="obelisk"></SPAN> <h3> The Obelisk<br/> </h3> <p class="noindent" ALIGN="center"> (Place de la Concorde, Paris)<br/></p> <p class="poem"> There rise the palace walls as fair to-day,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As when with arms and banners gleaming bright,</SPAN><br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The pageantry of royal pomp and might</SPAN><br/> Passed through the guarded gates and went its way.<br/> The blue, translucent beams of morning play<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">On arch triumphal, veiled in silver light;</SPAN><br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And here, where blind, red fury reached its height,</SPAN><br/> An ancient column rises grim and gray.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Slumbering in mystic sleep it seems to be,<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And dreaming dreams of Egypt long ago,</SPAN><br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Unmindful of the ceaseless ebb and flow</SPAN><br/> About its feet of life's unresting sea;<br/> <SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But 'mid the roar, I hear it murmur low:</SPAN><br/> Poor fools, they know not all is vanity!<br/></p> <br/><br/><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />