Never Seek To Tell Thy Love

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.

by William Blake

Comments (4)

Amazingly conceptualized beautiful poem with rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing it here.
..............wonderful poem...this poem is posted twice, though reading a second time is still just as nice ★
I believe the last line must be 'He took her with a sigh.'
ain't that the truth