Love's Secret

by William Blake

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 form me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.