When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade <br />Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. <br /> <br />For she is there in armor clad, today, <br />All the young poets of the wide world say. <br /> <br />Which of our freemen did she greet the first, <br />Seeing him come against the fires accurst? <br /> <br />Mark Twain, our Chief, with neither smile nor jest, <br />Leading to war our youngest and our best. <br /> <br />The Yankee to King Arthur's court returns. <br />The sacred flag of Joan above him burns. <br /> <br />For she has called his soul from out the tomb. <br />And where she stands, there he will stand till doom. <br /> <br />But I, I can but mourn, and mourn again <br />At bloodshed caused by angels, saints, and men.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mark-twain-and-joan-of-arc/
