New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-06-20
RECENT VERSE.
Books by Mss Thomas, Retdt'0es OF
KipIing, and Others

RHAPSODtEs OF PoETICIS HISo sSndSef pub II,
Simon burst. limo, PIP 10. "oohsoNAo
fishing Company 1,-o-
IN DREAMS. BY Simon burst Emo PIP DO wv
socket Publishing Company 49, E,r
BUB. AND SIS A Twentieth3 Cen'I i9ino DID Ia.
Woonsocket Publishing Company -,c,,,,s
TIT carr, OF THE SEA AND OTHER % Pof12 Tte
BY L. Frank Tooker l-nno' PIP IA
-en,uT ISIS Nv John C Tabb lsmO. PIP. XII
13S John Lane.
Miss Thon1as's new book contains some ciia' -
ing pieces The legends she reteAs are - -,
,sso,,e s1rvivals and she tells tnem' WIN iee'e'
IN : clear and animated style Inc opel-e
neon which gives the book its ute Oh AH
dancers" is on a peculiarly promising 'ns'.i.'
,o magical condemnation of youths and rndio-
e,e dancing near an old church IN Sahony 10
-, ,,rolonration Of their reveL Day ana
;b+ they dance until good Herebertus breaks
.ho smell Miss Thomas treats her subject IN
this fashion:
THEY'RE dancing yet who danced on yester-ev sone,
They're singing yet. who trilled me Gil
No snow hath fallen there The Who,e slar
SIN hand in hand the the cane anxious throng
The prayers Of these the angry tr 'cIo 9
Tie Observation-Disclosures arie child! .,-
Come hence: come hence! You break your
R, m nn 46ey dance Their are bright and
,e VIC ROSY lps with breathless pleasure part -
r-Ss ..I2upert-Franz, what witchcra1t mas Ue
ceas e'ii' lest beneath your fathers wrath you
Nor ear nor glance aside the TevelieTs .i e9 9esoend
The dav wears late: she nightly ShaoeS ue
Feigh-ho, Once more peeps out the ousn n oot aS
And fither, glad the swallow wings her way
Tc 1aunts that in Jhe aS[ ZliTe h en- STAY
FIT+ now intruders must she chide-for loo
They're dancing still who danced o"
They're singing still 70 suit the dance they weave
7-,oro &c . fine spirit and there is a very pretty
.o,,ob i, Miss Tho1ras's lyrics. Witness TINS
FHorentne memory
TIE DOVES OF THE DUOMo-
Said the hrooding dove TO her mate.
Whenever the great bell tolls
fAnd il tolls both early and latel
The good folk pray for their SOUS
What matters TO thee and to me?
have no souls men say
And wiser than WEI
50 therefore. need not 70 pray
Then said the brooding dove.
Let us pray let Us pray for their SOULS
For the city We much love
Vherever the great bell tolls
--Da authors Of Hand in Hand Nj kipling's
,,,,,,er and sister. separate their poems in that
t,ool, so that the reader may judge between the
,r,o Eut he does not need TO judge. II 1nere
ie 9 difference in melody and in workmanship
l,e1,ean these writer's il is too slight TO 5all 'o'
se-;o,,s comment. Both are thoughtful ana Ike
10 let their thoughts play around tamlllar ques
Sims or daily life Mrs. Kipling completes her
,,oa,77 Of Hearts and Faces with these mes,
Are YOU sure 1t is grief when tear IS. Tta ,j,eces
II @ugft can he falser than human hearts
II must surely he human faces
Her daughter. in The Grail in winch or
Pauenore goes forth upon his search. to hno
success only when he comes back and stands by
his mothers bier, ends thus;
God grant this little legend wings
To all who love 10 roam
May still be found at home
tn. ideas in Hand in Hand are all more oT
loss ~ the vein which we have just illustrated
They arc expressed in facile and sometimes
daintv verse Unfortunately. there is no lndl-
,idualitv in these pages. no new note OF style
Nr simon burst tries very hard to be himself,
70 he unconventional and sincere We respect
his good intentions but cannot say that he
has achieved anything poetical in the three vol
ur7es he has published. "Rhapsodies of Poet
ions Hunericus' is a crude mixture Of profanity.
slang and arbitrary spelling, It Is a book of
hunlptio,1s and commonplace rhyming. In
Dreams is couched in better language, and Is
more refined in tone but not in this book. either
is there any poetry. 'Bub and Sis is the only
really readable volume OF the three. and this,
while presenting kind of idTl to homespun
with certain vitality is totally without idyllic
charm.
There are two divisions in Mr.. lockers colec-
tior IF verses one devoted the and the
other filed with miscellaneous compositions,
The latter. though clever enough in technique.
fail 10 rise above the level on which most OF our
minor poets dwell The sea poems have a quail
itE OF their own. There is movement in them.
Mr. Tooker knows the hurly- burly Of the sea.
and can echo ii in his verse But he is not al
ways il the mood for this more obvious side Of
his suhjec1-he has written. for example, an ad-
mirabIe little poem in -Becalmed''-and chat 1t
is not the spirit OF rough adventure which alone
moves him is shown 10y this capital production:
HoMEWARD BOUND
There IS no sorrow anywhere.
Or ,are. ~ pain. r. singing halI
And all III storms heh trumpeJs blare-
8r5 CAMS bS1i ,,,, 10 be free ''e
ST.ars whine. plarkS creak-I only smile.
Fer home our keel creepS mile mile.
bend above the whrling wheel
With hands oenumbed- but happy face.
Leap to seize each JwauEing brace.
OF slip beneath our lifting keel
Dreaming. I the scuddng clouds.
And ice make in the forward shrouGs
And all thy long waves topped with foam
Act heed them not I'm going home.
Nightly or Northern stars draw nigh
The Southern consultations sink
soon We shaII see along ne Drink
OF these cold seas Fire Island blink
Beyond that light beyond the glow
OF great city spread below,
Thine eyes now wait welcome me
Back where my heart has longed TO be.
Farther Father Tabb writes unevenly in his
Later Lyrics Sometimes he has something
TO say. Sometimes his verse is hollow and ut
terry uninteresting. Then again he strains his
fancy and produces a poem as forced and arti-
6cial this: