Never Seek to Tell thy Love, par William Blake

William Blake

Never Seek to Tell thy Love

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 doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me

A traveller came by

Silently, invisibly—

O, was no deny.

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