Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,
Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,
It wounds us as we sing.

Beauty is joy that stays not overlong.
Clad in the magic of sincerities,
It rides up in a song.

Beauty imposes chastenings on the heart,
Grave as the birds in last solemnities
Assembling to depart.

(C) John Shaw Neilson
03/31/2017


Best Poems of John Shaw Neilson

• May
• The Crane Is My Neighbour
• The Green Singer
• Song Be Delicate
• Tell Summer That I Died
• A Protest And A Protest
• The Meeting Of Sighs
• O Heart Of Spring
• Schoolgirls Hastening
• The Poor Can Feed The Birds
• The Land Where I Was Born
• The Orange Tree
• You And Yellow Air
• The Smoker Parrot
• Old Granny Sullivan
• The Loving Tree
• Native Companions Dancing
• The Gentle Water Bird (for Mary Gilmore)
• In The Dim Counties
• The Poor, Poor Country