Love's Secret By 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 treveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
Tybalt-chan · Thu Jun 22, 2006 @ 09:50pm · 0 Comments |