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.