Life & Poetry

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 ©