Love's Secret, by William Blake

Love's Secret

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