Never Seek To Tell Thy Love -English 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.