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.
by William Blake
VirtualChaos – Nadeem's blog
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf mutes … or should I?
I’ve always loved Blake’s poetry, and this is another amazing one from him. Thanks for bringing it to me.