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.
Poem and artwork by William Blake
5 comments:
Just shows you, Anna... you've got to watch those travellers.
I always like the art you choose. Makes me wonder how you decorate your home. I'd love to have alot more art around the house. Our office has dozens of paintings on each floor...but they don't exactly have your taste...some are okay but most aren't the kind you'd get lost in...probably a good thing I guess.
WDKY - True, but it's something to ponder.
Chuck - Well, I wish my house was filled with all of the art I love,I have a few pieces but not nearly enough.
Well, if we can't have your words, Blake will have to suffice... lol
Seeker - Well, I was in a mood and Blake fit. :)
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