Ask Me No More

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
 * The cloud may stoop from heaven and take shape,
 * With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;

But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
 * Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
 * I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
 * Yet O my friend, I will not have thee die!

Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
 * Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
 * I strove against the stream and all in vain:
 * Let the great river take me to the main:

No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
 * Ask me no more.

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