BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES
(After Villon)

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 Héloise, that care