  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. W. Blake |
|
