Love's Secret（William Blake）

            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.