Never Seek to Tell Thy Love

Never

Seek to Tell Thy Love (William Blake)





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.