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1911 Perplexed and full of fear,

I found upon his face no angry frown,—

Only a visor down.

Indignant that his voice, so calm and sweet,

In my despite, unto my soul appealed,

I cried, "If thou hast courage, turn and meet

A foeman full revealed!"

And with determined zeal that made me strong,

Contended with him long.

But oh, the armor he so meekly bore

Was wrought for him in other worlds than ours!

In firm defense of what he battled for,

Were leagued eternal powers!

I fell; yet overwhelmed by my disgrace,

At last I saw his face!

And in its matchless beauty I forgot

The constant service to my pledges due;

And with adoring love that sorrowed not,

Entreated, "Tell me who

Hath so o'erthrown my will and pride of youth."

He answered, "I am Truth."

ROUEN: IN THE PRISON OF JOAN OF ARC3

She laid her head upon the straw,

She who had crowned a king of France,

And angel shapes, whom no man saw,

For her deliverance,

Knelt at her feet—less pure, less sweet—

A blessing in each glance.

She laid her head upon the straw,

She who gave France her liberty,