Here you will find the Poem Song be Delicate of poet John Shaw Neilson
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!