Love's Secret by Alice Meynell — Read

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.