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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||
III. Mark Twain and Joan of Arc
When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade.
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade.
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For she is there in armor clad, today,
All the young poets of the wide world say.
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?
Seeing him come against the fires accurst?
Mark Twain, our Chief with neither smile nor jest,
Leading to war our youngest and our best.
Leading to war our youngest and our best.
The Yankee to King Arthur's court returns.
The sacred flag of Joan above him burns.
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.
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.
At bloodshed caused by angels, saints, and men.
Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | ||