The Great War

from A Calendar of Verse, an electronic edition


Half artist and half anchorite,

Part siren and part Socrates,

Her face -- alluring fair, yet recondite --

Smiled through her salons and academies.

Lightly she wore her double mask,

Till sudden, at war's kindling spark,

Her inmost self, in shining mail and casque,

Blazed to the world her single soul -- Jeanne d' Arc!