Love’S Secret

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.

ROBERT BURNS 1759–1796