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Thread: Love's Secret
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 did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by, Silently,
invisibly He took her with a sigh.
Written By :- William Blake
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