LOVE'S SECRET
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
EVER seek to tell thy love, - Love that never told can be;
- For the gentle wind doth move
- Silently, invisibly.
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- I told my love, I told my love,
- I told her all my heart,
- Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
- Ah! she did depart!
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- Soon after she was gone from me,
- A traveller came by,
- Silently, invisibly:
- He took her with a sigh.
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