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 doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
— Уильям Блейк