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