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.
Never Seek To Tell Thy Love
Song Cycle by Nika Leoni
1. Love’s Secret
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "Love's Secret"
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Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Johann Winkler2. My Pretty Rose Tree
Language: English
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree! And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree; To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy: And her thorns were my only delight.
Text Authorship:
- by William Blake (1757 - 1827), "My Pretty Rose Tree", appears in Songs of Innocence and Experience, in Songs of Experience, no. 13, first published 1794
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 118