Love's Secret

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.