LOVE'S SECRET
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
NEVER seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
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