Love's Secret

Paul Delvaux

Pygmalion

Love's Secret

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.

~ William Blake ~

Song

August Macke

Farmboy From Tegernsee

Song

Why Damon, why, why, why so pressing?

The Heart you beg's not worth possessing:

Each Look, each Word, each Smile's affected,

And inward Charms are quite neglected:

Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish Swain,

And sigh no more, no more in vain.

Beauty's worthless, fading, flying;

Who would for Trifles think of dying?

Who for a Face, a Shape, wou'd languish,

And tell the Brooks, and Groves his Anguish,

Till she, till she thinks fit to prize him,

And all, and all beside despise him?

Fix, fix your Thoughs on what's inviting,

On what will never bear the slighting:

Wit and Virtue claim your Duty,

They're much more worth that Gold and Beauty:

To them, to them, your Heart resign,

And you'll no more, no more repine.

~ Mary Chudleigh ~