THE NEW JOAN

AND OTHER POEMS



BY

KATHERINE HALE
Author of "Gnu Knitting", "The White Comrade", Etc.



McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART,
PUBLISHERS :: :: :: TORONTO




COPYRIGHT, CANADA, 1917
BY McCLELLAND, GOODCHILD & STEWART, LIMITED
TORONTO



PRINTED IN CANADA




CONTENTS


THE NEW JOAN

The Vision
I. The Child
II. The Law
III. The Kitchen
IV. The Land
V. The Battlefield
VI. The World

CHRISTMAS SONG

LONDON

THE MOTHER

A SPRING DAY

JUNE, 1917




These are chiefly songs of women's work, but thereis a Christmas song for soldiers. The music of life isstilled to-day. Only the bugle note is heard. To the menin the trenches it means action, organized and perfected;to us at home it repeats the call. These songs are boundin crimson for that is the colour of courage; and in goldwhich signifies the strength and the joy of life which is work.




THE NEW JOAN



THE VISION

A soldier's soul returns the centuries down—
Radiance again! Love's gleaming mystic mate,
She who was burned for witchcraft and for state
In the old market-place of Rouen town.

To-day I met her spirit on the Earth,
And felt a joyous light dark spaces fill;
I knew this troubled planet called her still
Upon the wheel of reincarnate birth.

"Behold a legion of all-souls," she said,
"Who ride again for country and for King,
And with them, as the ardent sun with spring,
See the enchanted ones that life calls dead."

"Woman and man, renewing faith's old tryst,
Breast, shuddering, the deeps of this last war,
And high above them gleams the stranger-star,
Silver in blood-red skies—the grail of Christ."

"O you who see a vision in the night,
And you who ride high-hearted, woman-man,
I call you by the name of The New Joan."
So passed she, clad in armour, clad in light.



I

THE CHILD

Give me a new soul, God of all things free,
Help me to dream the golden dream of youth,
Till gazing deep into the eyes of Truth
The dream returns in life that is to be.

With Thee I breathe a fire most strange and bright,
Rosy as dawning, jubilant as day,
A light eternal on the time-worn way,
A morning note to stir the agèd night.

To sing the song of flower-time again
It is to deck with joy an ancient door,—
A fresh rose, cosmic of each rose before,
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