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