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Andrew Lang - Ballade Of Dead Ladies
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Nay, tell me now in what strange air
The Roman Flora dwells to-day.
Where Archippiada hides, and where
Beautiful Thais has passed away?
Whence answers Echo, afield, astray,
By mere or stream,--around, below?
Lovelier she than a woman of clay;
Nay, but where is the last year`s snow?

Where is wise Heloise, that care
Brought on Abeilard, and dismay?
All for her love he found a snare,
A maimed poor monk in orders grey;
And where`s the Queen who willed to slay
Buridan, that in a sack must go
Afloat down Seine,--a perilous way -
Nay, but where is the last year`s snow?

Where`s that White Queen, a lily rare,
With her sweet song, the Siren`s lay?
Where`s Bertha Broad-foot, Beatrice fair?
Alys and Ermengarde, where are they?
Good Joan, whom English did betray
In Rouen town, and burned her?  No,
Maiden and Queen, no man may say;
Nay, but where is the last year`s snow?

ENVOY.

Prince, all this week thou need`st not pray,
Nor yet this year the thing to know.
One burden answers, ever and aye,
"Nay, but where is the last year`s snow?"
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