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Rouen, Place de la Pucelle by Maria White Lowell |

Rouen, Place de la Pucelle
by Maria White Lowell

Here blooms the legend, fed by Time and Chance,

Fresh as the morning, though with centuries old,

The whitest lily on the shield of France,

With heart of virgin gold.


Along the square she moved, sweet Joan of Arc,

With face more pallid than a daylit star,

Half-seen, half-doubted, while before her dark

Stretched the array of war.


Swift passed the battle-smoke of lying breath

From off her path, as if a wind had blown,

Showing no faithless King, but righteous Death

On the low wooden throne.


He would reward her: she who meekly wore

Alike the gilded mail and peasant gown,

As meekly now received one honor more,

The formless, fiery crown.


A white dove trembled up the heated air,

And in the opening zenith found its goal;

Soft as a downward feather, dropped a prayer

For each repentant soul.


About This Poem

After Joan of Arc's execution, her mother led a push to reverse her conviction for heresy. On this date in 1456, the Church court assembled to address the matter posthumously acquitted her.
Maria White was born on July 8, 1821, in Watertown, Massachusetts. Her husband, fellow poet James Russell Lowell, had her poems collected and published after her death in 1853.



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