Aug 22, 2009

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 as she was gone from me, 
A traveler came by, 
Silently, invisibly 
He took her with a sigh.

- William Blake

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