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：     He took her with a sigh.

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