love that never told can be;
for the gentle wind doth 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 after she was gone from me,
a traveler came by,
silently, invisibly
he took her with a sigh.
-william blake
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