William Blake
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 traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Love's Secret
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Yes! Good rhyming poetry. That was a good work. I write poetry once in a while. Not on my blog, but maybe I should start. Good job.
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