Love's Secret

William Blake

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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 did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

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  • berenice74n

    lol this poem just gave me the feels. That part where "I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! she did depart!" just harsh. Seems like honesty isn't always the best policy hahah.