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.