Love’s Secret

William BlakeWilliam Blake

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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
About the poet

William Blake

William Blake was born in London on November 28, 1757, to James, a hosier, and Catherine Blake. Two of his six siblings died in infancy. From early childhood, Blake spoke of having visions—at four he saw God "put his head to the window"; around age nine, whil…

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