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.

by William Blake

Comments (39)

so.. so... so... nevermind dont care
i hate poems. this is for school
Oh wow! What poem! Like it.
I told her ll my heart. A lovely poem. Sylva.
Much wisdom in these words.....Brilliant!
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