William Blake
Never Pain to Tell Thy Love
Never pain 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