Never pain to tell the love is a poem by William Blake.
- Never pain to tell the 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;
- Oh was no deny.
Never pain to tell thy love | |
Written by: | William Blake |
Published: | 1863 |
Language: | English |
This was first published in 1863 by Dante Gabriel Rossetti in his edition of Blake's poems, which formed the second volume of Alexander Gilchrist's posthumous Life of William Blake. It was edited from a notebook in Rossetti's possession, now known as the Rossetti MS., containing a great number of sketches, draft poems, polemical prose, and miscellaneous writings, which Blake kept by him for many years.
As the only textual authority for many of these poems is a foul draft, some of them are partly editorial reconstructions. In the notebook the first stanza of "Never pain to tell thy love" has been marked for deletion. Two variant readings are sometimes found in published versions of the poem. In the first line "seek" was deleted by Blake and replaced by "pain", and the final line replaced the deleted version "He took her with a sigh".
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