Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; <br />The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, <br />With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; <br />But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? <br />Ask me no more. <br /> <br />Ask me no more: what answer should I give? <br />I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: <br />Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! <br />Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; <br />Ask me no more. <br /> <br />Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: <br />I strove against the stream and all in vain: <br />Let the great river take me to the main: <br />No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; <br />Ask me no more.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ask-me-no-more/
