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Scheaffer, C. Gibson (ed.) / Wisconsin literary magazine
Volume XXVI, Number 3 (March 1927)

Goldman, Perez
La ballade des dames du temps jadis,   p. 18


McMillen, Robert
Protest,   p. 18


Page 18

LA BALLADE DES DAMES DU TEMPS JADIS
(From the French of Francois Villon)
By
PEREZ GOLDMAN
TELL me in what hidden land
Is Flora, lovely Roman belle;
The graceful Archipiade, and
Thais, her German kin, as well;
Beautiful Echo, who by dell
And pool alone one often hears
Answering voices.-Who can tell?
Where are the snows of bygone years?
Where is wise Heloise, for whose hand
A eunuch's name and cloister cell
(Pain for the lover, you understand)
To the lot of Abelard befell.
And where the queen whose whim did spell
Buridan's fate, which now appears
Was, tied in a sack, in the Seine to dwell?
Where are the snows of bygone years?
Good Queen Blanche, like lilies wan,
Whose songs as sweet as sirens' fell;
Joan the Maid, whom English hand
Burned at Rouen, then tolled her knell;
Bertha, bare-foot demoiselle;
Beatrice, Alice, Ermangarde's tears-
Where are they, Mary Virginal?
Where are the snows of bygone years?
L'ENVOI:
Prince, seek not the question to dispel
This week, this year-forever bears
The ancient tune its burthen's swell:
Where are the snows of bygone years?
PROTEST
By
ROBERT MCMILLEN
I DO not like the snow . ...
It hides away
The softer things of summer: all the slow
Sweet fragrance of an early August day,
With brown bees toiling fiercely flower-high,
And swallows plunging headlong through the sky.
A dusky night in June: a bat wing gleams
High up the slope of moonlight to the moon,
Where warm winds brush the stars; and evening seems
Aglow with summer's hopes, and fears, and schemes.
I do not like the snow . . ..
It brings the death of dreams.
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