We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro’ the Eye,
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night,
when the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of Day.
(William Blake)
Love’s Secret by William Blake.
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 did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.
Language has not the power to speak what love indites:
The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.