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.      William Blake