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—
O, was no deny.

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