photos by Rene Asmussen
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.
-William Blake-
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