A white-faced, stubborn little thingWhose years are not quite twenty years;Eyes steely now and done with tears,Mouth scornful of its suffering --
The young mouth! -- body virginalBeneath the cheap, ill-fitting suit;A bearing quaintly resolute;A flowering hat, satirical.
A soul that steps to the sound of the fifeAnd banners waving red to war;Mystical, knowing scarce wherefore --A Joan in a modern strife.
