11 juli 2010

~Sunday Poem


      EVER 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.

      by: William Blake (1757-1827)
      Painter unknown to me

2 opmerkingen:

Hermes zei

I don't know the painter either, but its wonderful - and Blake is always special.

Aputsiaq zei

Looove Blake! Thanks Anna...greetings from the HOT 'north'