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William Blake Love"s Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be;

For the gentle wind does 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 traveler come by,

Silently, invisibly

He took her with a sigh.

William Blake

The Wild Flower's song

As I wander'd the forest,

The green leaves among,

I heard a Wild Flower

Singing a song:

'I slept in the earth

In the silent night,

I murmur'd my fears

And I felt delight.

In the morning I went,

As rosy as morn,

To seek for new joy;

But I met with scorn.'