WILLIAM BLAKE

Love's Secret

MEVER 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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493. Mary Mori son

MARY, at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see,

That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stour

A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison !

Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro* the lighted ha',

To thee my fancy took its wing,

I sat, but neither heard nor saw : 493. stour] dust, turmoil.

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