(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Love's Secret

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 did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

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I love this poem! Simple but profound!
this poem is really sad! ! !
love is communicating with out word of mouth such as sigh, cry, and other feeling a ice poem thanks
William Blake and his poems of innocence are my favourit. thqnk u for this poem. tony
So nice.....Love lies in our heart....10+++++++++++++++
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