The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1882-10-15
Poems by Theodore Tilton.

1t is an interesting and to English readers
little known repository Of tradition legend.
and folk lore Of which some glimpses are
offered us by Mr. THEODORE Triton in u collec
ton Of ballads entitled !S,rabidn Stories Worth
ington). We need not say that Swabia. the
classic land of the Hohcnstaufens and the
Minncsingers. had absorbed 80 deeply the lso-
man civilization that 1t blossomed forth with
culture and refinement of it's own as early as
the twelfth and thirteenth centuries when the
northern and eastern parts Of Germany had
scarcely emerged from barbarsm. Tho era,
indeed. OF the Hohenstaufens was the golden
age Of Swabia. for in the later middle ages. as
well as in modern times. II has failed to play
an equally splendid and important role in the
history Of the Fatherland. 1t is natural. there
foee that the records and echoes OF its brilliant
past should DO cherished with peculiar fervor
proud OF the name OF Wnrtembergers. but who
proclaim With flush OF genuine enthusiasm enthusiasm
songs Of Swabia to which the English reader has
IT gained only
s Mr. i! Tcns choice W.T. has
Of them as remarkably effective. Not only are
there no str strik ,i lines IN this y09 sni1
that spisrsm@a N neatness and sparkle are
out Of place In ballad poetry, but t, bis longer
narratlye poems. the, SILVER Bcil oi stuttgart
Hohen Scufen." strike us as wanting in the
vig9r color; and animation with which Sh
the German MAMMA masters u OF narrative verse Il
seems 70 us that Mr.. Tilton i at times little
for Tho so-sailed iompnee Of the Iothen.
berg" which recounts the conjpgal affection
for k es IF ny hs %ho a2
some twenty years ago. the story has no claim
iuplII1pH pOllaptiOn Swnhinn
legends ana traditions But while any
honest commsndation of these poems must be
them are well worth reading and that now and
then the author has caught the delightful sim,
had also been able to iniqso certain Of his bal
ds which seem to Ga for such
G spell on Rs
Most Of the poems in this volume are too long
injustice to metrical narratives Of the ballad
type. which aim to please by their general ef;
Of Shorter e1s as wHh
Instance, is one Which Is put into the mouth
q Gottfried yon Ncufen. because he was ono OF
as shs Il S es f ss
which has come down to us. he celebrates but
the charms Of his lawful spouse.
rnE xISrEsSoER's WIFE.
DO her heauty find
But all the lore that poets prize
lie snrnered in her mind
She is the soul of all sing
For though TO me belong
The pipe, the she'll. the chorded string,
She is herself the song.
There lie wisdom in my word.
save what ] have more sweetly heard
My lady sing or say
She ga1eth At the flower and star,
And read, III i'll their looks
Amystic meaning deeper far
Than any writ in books
often TO my love have read
Tile bards OF olden times,
And then acme happy word she said
Outrivaled all their rhymes.
VI.
she IL so fair. she Is 70 wise,
She IL 50 pure iii thought
She seems angel Of t'e skies
Whom have shared and caught.
She loves me with love trus
II never can be told
A love like love when love was new,
Before the earth grew old.
VIII.
Onever yet such lovers were,
And never more shall be,
For am all the world to her,
She, ali tile world to mel