Never Seek to Tell thy Love

Poem by 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