LOVE SECRET (william black 1757-1827)

Never seek to tell thy,
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