Loves Secret by William Blake {mosgoogle} Never seek to tell thy love,  Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind

My Pretty Rose Tree William Blake {mosgoogle} A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore.

The Garden of Love William Blake Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a

The Clod and the Pebble William Blake {mosgoogle} Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne’er beguiled! And I wept both