Page:Mine and Thine, Coates, 1905.djvu/158

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ROUEN: IN THE PRISON OF JOAN OF ARC

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,
And angel shapes, whom no man saw—
Ah me! how could men see?—
Watched till the day, then bore away
Something the flames set free.