Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move,
Selently, 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 traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly.
He took her with a sigh...

By William Blake.

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My heart and my love like wind, silently, invisibly...