Love’s Secret
NEVER seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart,Trembling, cold, in ghastly fearsAh! she did depart.
Soon after she was gone from meA traveller came by,Silently, invisibly:He took her with a sigh.
ROBERT BURNS 1759–1796