Book 3 — CLXXIV LOVE'S SECRET
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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.
W. Blake