Love's Secret

Love's Secret

                                   William Blake

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.