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SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS.
LOVE'S SECRET.
NEVER seek to tell thy love,
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 traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh
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