Analysis of A Scot to Jeanne D’Arc

DARK Lily without blame,  
 Not upon us the shame,  
Whose sires were to the Auld Alliance true;  
 They, by the Maiden’s side,  
 Victorious fought and died;
One stood by thee that fiery torment through,  
 Till the White Dove from thy pure lips had passed,  
And thou wert with thine own St. Catherine at the last.  

Once only didst thou see,  
 In artist’s imagery,
Thine own face painted, and that precious thing  
 Was in an Archer’s hand  
 From the leal Northern land.