NEVER SEEK TO TELL THY LOVE,
LOVE THAT NEVER TOLD CAN BE;
FOR THE GENTLE WIND DOTH 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 AFTER SHE WAS GONE, FROM ME,
A TRAVELLER CAME BY,
SILENTLY, INVISIBLY;
HE TOOK HER WITH A SIGH.
WILLIAM BLAKE
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