Never Seek To Tell Thy Love

A poem by 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 doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisibly
O, was no deny.

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