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!