fredag 13. juni 2014

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.
O,was no deny.


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