Love's Secret

By William Blake

1757-1827


NEVER seek 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.

DayPoems Poem No. 444
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