This word had Merlin said from of old:— <br />That out of the Oak Tree Shade <br />In the day of France's direst dule, <br />God's hand should send a Maid. <br />And where Domremy, by Burgundy, <br />Sits crowned with its oakenshaw, <br />Even there Joan d'Arc, the Maid of God's Ark, <br />The light of the day first saw. <br /> <br />Where spirits go, what man may know? <br />Yet this may of man be said:— <br />That, when Time is o'er and all hath sufficed, <br />Shall the world's chief Christ-fire rise to Christ <br />From the ashes of Joan the Maid.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joan-of-arc-4/
