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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 sje was gone from me,

A traveler came by,

Silently, invisibly

Hee took her with sigh.


Love's Secret, William Blake (1757-1827)

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