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
