William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Never Seek To Tell Thy Love - 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.


Comments about Never Seek To Tell Thy Love by William Blake

  • Rookie Dennis Go (12/3/2009 3:38:00 PM)

    I believe the last line must be 'He took her with a sigh.' (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie elly nelly (1/24/2008 3:51:00 AM)

    ain't that the truth (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001



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