THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES. (François Villon, 1450.) TELL me now in what hidden way is Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, She whose beauty was more than human?... But where are the snows of yester-year? Where's Héloise, the learned nun, For whose sake Abeillard, I ween, Lost manhood and put priesthood on? And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack's mouth down the Seine?... But where are the snows of yester-year? 280 THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES. White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine,- Nay, never ask this week, fair lord, Where they are gone, nor yet this year, But where are the snows of yester-year? TO DEATH, OF HIS LADY. (François Villon.) DEATH, of thee do I make my moan, Till with her life thou hast mine own; For since that hour my strength has flown. Lo! what wrong was her life to thee, Death? Two we were, and the heart was one; Which now being dead, dead I must be, Or seem alive as lifelessly As in the choir the painted stone, Death! HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY. (François Villon.) LADY of Heaven and earth, and therewithal But all mine undeserving may not mar No soul can reach thy Heaven so fair and far. Unto thy Son say thou that I am His, And to me graceless make Him gracious. Sad Mary of Egypt lacked not of that bliss, Nor yet the sorrowful clerk Theophilus, Whose bitter sins were set aside even thus HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY. 283 Though to the Fiend his bounden service was. (Sweet Virgin that shalt have no loss thereby!) A pitiful poor woman, shrunk and old, I am, and nothing learn'd in letter-lore. Within my parish-cloister I behold A painted Heaven where harps and lutes adore, And eke an Hell whose damned folk seethe full sore: One bringeth fear, the other joy to me. That joy, great Goddess, make thou mine to be,— And that which faith desires, that let it see. O excellent Virgin Princess! thou didst bear And for our sake stooped to us from on high, And in this faith I choose to live and die. |