Never Seek to Tell thy Love

Portrait of William Blake
William Blake 1757–1827

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.

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