Never Seek To Tell Thy Love

 

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, inghastly fears,

Ah! she doth depart.

 

Soon as she was gone from me,

A traveller came by,

Silently, invisibly:

He took her with a sigh.

 

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