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 ( 1757 - 1827 )