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William Blake love's secret
Posted by: Wiliam (---.wc-eres.charterpipeline.net)
Date: March 21, 2005 08:34PM

Love's Secret

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.



CAn anyone do the paraphase for me please??


Re: William Blake love's secret
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: March 21, 2005 08:43PM

William, I think the message here is that we always want what is UNattainable. Hence, the unspoken love is more desirable than the spoken.
At least that's what I get out of the first stanza. In any case he (the narrator) has lost out to someone new.


Les


Re: William Blake love's secret
Posted by: Wiliam (---.wc-eres.charterpipeline.net)
Date: March 21, 2005 08:52PM

thz Les.

Can you speak to me more??
since i'm a second language learner i need somemore imformation of it.
i'm kind of confused.

"Love that never told can be; "???

the second stanza the narrator does tell the girl that he loves her.
but then she runs away?

but then someone came by and take her away without doin anythin?

William


Re: William Blake love's secret
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: March 21, 2005 09:36PM

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

This stanza probably means that the girl was not ready to make a commitment to ANYone. In the last stanza, the stranger seemingly takes her heart, but who knows?


Les


Re: William Blake love's secret
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-02rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: March 22, 2005 12:04PM

Reminds me of some of Dorothy Parker's themes. Whoever loves the most loses, I mean. For example,


Dilemma

If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
Were I to murmur "Yes," and then
"How true, my dear," and "Yes," again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning
My love, you'd run like anything!

Should I be frail, and I be mad,
And share my heart with every lad,
But beat my head against the floor
What times you wandered past my door;
Were I to doubt, and I to sneer,
And shriek "Farewell!" and still be here,
And break your joy, and quench your trust-
I should not see you for the dust!




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