Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Essays in love

Love's Secret ~ 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 from me,   
  A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:   
  He took her with a sigh.


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