Song Be Delicate

LET your song be delicate. The skies declare No war—the eyes of lovers Wake everywhere.

Let your voice be delicate. How faint a thing Is Love, little Love crying Under the Spring.

Let your song be delicate. The flowers can hear: Too well they know the tremble, Of the hollow year.

Let your voice be delicate. The bees are home: All their day's love is sunken Safe in the comb.

Let your song be delicate. Sing no loud hymn: Death is abroad … oh, the black season! The deep—the dim!