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چهارشنبه، مرداد ۱۴، ۱۳۸۸

William Blake Poetry


Love's SecretNever seek to tell thy love,

Love that never told can be,

For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.

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.

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