Nay, tell me now in what strange air br The Roman Flora dwells to-day. br Where Archippiada hides, and where br Beautiful Thais has passed away? br Whence answers Echo, afield, astray, br By mere or stream,--around, below? br Lovelier she than a woman of clay; br Nay, but where is the last year's snow? br br Where is wise Heloise, that care br Brought on Abeilard, and dismay? br All for her love he found a snare, br A maimed poor monk in orders grey; br And where's the Queen who willed to slay br Buridan, that in a sack must go br Afloat down Seine,--a perilous way - br Nay, but where is the last year's snow? br br Where's that White Queen, a lily rare, br With her sweet song, the Siren's lay? br Where's Bertha Broad-foot, Beatrice fair? br Alys and Ermengarde, where are they? br Good Joan, whom English did betray br In Rouen town, and burned her? No, br Maiden and Queen, no man may say; br Nay, but where is the last year's snow? br br ENVOY. br br Prince, all this week thou need'st not pray, br Nor yet this year the thing to know.