Loves Secret
William Blake

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.