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 did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
I wonder where this poem will stand in today's noisy world where people are advised to express their love like a parrot day and night!
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That last stanza completely transforms the prior, from illo, transforming it in a open ended...what that mystic travel did do? Lament her, reap her soul, or...what? The trick is we don't really have closure...
Love doesn't need a language to express! How true are the lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The language of love is only silence Time and again wonderfully proven true It is not a question of how or whence But Love cometh as a bolt from the blue.......... I welcome all ye reading this to my page