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...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE ESTRANGEMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: METEMPSYCHOSIS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |