Love's Secret
by William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle ind 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 as gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly,
He took her ith a sigh.
