Love Poems
Love's 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.
