William Blake
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 traveller came by
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh