DIETMAR OF AST. 157
Yet, though May is blooming,
And summer is coming,
And birds may sing,
What boots me the joy
If my fair, too coy,
This heart will wring ?
If that auburn hair,
Those eyes so fair,
Those lips so smiling,
Are only beguiling
And piercing my heart
With witching art ?
DIETMAR OF AST.
"Her Dietmar von Ast" (in the Thurgau) ap-
pears to be entitled to claim a very high antiquity.
He certainly belongs at any rate to the beginning of
the 13th century. Several songs in the Manesse MS.
bear his name. The two following little pieces place
Yet, though May is blooming,
And summer is coming,
And birds may sing,
What boots me the joy
If my fair, too coy,
This heart will wring ?
If that auburn hair,
Those eyes so fair,
Those lips so smiling,
Are only beguiling
And piercing my heart
With witching art ?
DIETMAR OF AST.
"Her Dietmar von Ast" (in the Thurgau) ap-
pears to be entitled to claim a very high antiquity.
He certainly belongs at any rate to the beginning of
the 13th century. Several songs in the Manesse MS.
bear his name. The two following little pieces place