Love's Secret
Never seeks 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.
William Blake
