Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.
I wonder where this poem will stand in today's noisy world where people are advised to express their love like a parrot day and night!
Sad but true. Beautifully written
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Yes, took her, that's the best part.
That last stanza completely transforms the prior, from illo, transforming it in a open ended...what that mystic travel did do? Lament her, reap her soul, or...what? The trick is we don't really have closure...
i really love to read this poem.
Love doesn't need a language to express! How true are the lines.
I love this poem! Simple but profound!
this poem is really sad! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
The language of love is only silence Time and again wonderfully proven true It is not a question of how or whence But Love cometh as a bolt from the blue.......... I welcome all ye reading this to my page