Love's Secret ---William Blake 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 cam by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. |
