Love's secret
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentile 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,
Silenty, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
by William Blake
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