| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Mark Twain and Joan of Arc | | By Vachel Lindsay |
| | From “For America at War”
WHEN Yankee soldiers reach the barricade | |
| Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. | |
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| For she is there in armor clad today, | |
| All the young poets of the wide world say. | |
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| Which of our freemen did she greet the first, | 5 |
| Seeing him come against the fires accurst? | |
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| Mark Twain, our Chief—with neither smile nor jest | |
| Leading to war our youngest and our best. | |
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| The Yankee to King Arthur’s court returns. | |
| The sacred flag of Joan above him burns. | 10 |
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| For she has called his soul from out the tomb. | |
| And where she stands, there he will stand till doom. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . | |
| But I, I can but mourn, and mourn again | |
| At bloodshed caused by angels, saints and men. | | | | |
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