30.07.2007, 10:14
Joan of Arc
She was untaught, like peasants of her age,
But in her father's garden when a child
She heard the Voices and at first was wild
With fear, but acted on their counsels sage,
And mounted on her charger like a page
In armor clad, this maid so young, so mild,
Now led an army at which people smiled,
Or vented on the "sorceress" their rage.
She was inspired if mortal e'er could be,
Foretold events and led by light divine
She captured forts and Orleans set free,
Crowned Charles at Rheims; then came her sad decline,
But death hallowed the Flower of Chivalry,
On fields of France forevermore to shine.
She was untaught, like peasants of her age,
But in her father's garden when a child
She heard the Voices and at first was wild
With fear, but acted on their counsels sage,
And mounted on her charger like a page
In armor clad, this maid so young, so mild,
Now led an army at which people smiled,
Or vented on the "sorceress" their rage.
She was inspired if mortal e'er could be,
Foretold events and led by light divine
She captured forts and Orleans set free,
Crowned Charles at Rheims; then came her sad decline,
But death hallowed the Flower of Chivalry,
On fields of France forevermore to shine.