Never seek to tell thy love
Never seek to tell thy love
William Blake
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 —
He took her with a sigh.
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MS Notebook, written c. 1793; published posthumously.
