ROOM 'mid the martyrs for a deathless name! Till yesterday, in her how few could know Black War's white angel, succoring friend and foe -- Whose pure heart harbored neither hate nor blame When Need or Pity made its sovereign claim. To-day she is the world's! Its poignant woe, We thought had been outwept, again doth flow In tenderest tears that multiply her fame. Oh, something there is in us yet, more bright Than Rouen's hungry flames -- that could consume Jeanne's slender limbs but not her spirit's might. Fate still has noble colors in her loom. One lonely woman's courage in the night Has sealed the savage Hohenzollerns' doom! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WEATHER PROPHET by JANE BARLOW THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD GIRLS! PASS ALONG! by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER ANODYNE by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 16 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH LIMERICK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS TRUE-HEARTED WAS HE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. EASTER DAY ON MT. MOUNIER by EDWARD CARPENTER |