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.
William Blake "Rossetti Manuscript" (1793)