A true masterpiece by William Blake, that I came across at Vineesh's place. Worth sharing. The images come out as a background to the words, no direct visualizations, but abstract colors painting pastels in the subconscious:
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told could 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 –
O, was no deny.
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