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Acrostic Poem For Love's secret - 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.