Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

The Good Joan - Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A long the thousand roads of France,
Now there, and here, swift as a glance,
A cloud, a mist blown down the sky,
Good Joan of Arc goes riding by.

In Domremy at candlelight,
The orchards blowing rose and white
About the shadowy houses lie;
And Joan of Arc goes riding by.

On Avignon there falls a hush,
Brief as the singing of a thrush
Across old gardens April-high;
And Joan of Arc goes riding by.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/19/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    A nicely written poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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