When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. For she is there in armor clad, today, All the young poets of the wide world say. Which of our freemen did she greet the first, Seeing him come against the fires accurst? Mark Twain, our Chief, with neither smile nor jest, Leading to war our youngest and our best. The Yankee to King Arthur's court returns. The sacred flag of Joan above him burns. For she has called his soul from out the tomb. And where she stands, there he will stand till doom. But I, I can but mourn, and mourn again At bloodshed caused by angels, saints, and men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IMMORTALIA NE SPERES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SATAN ABSOLVED; A VICTORIAN MYSTERY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE THIRD OF NOVEMBER, 1861 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPISTLE TO DAVIE, A BROTHER POET by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. LO! I OPEN A DOOR by EDWARD CARPENTER |