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 /> 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/the-princess-a-medley-ask-me-no-more/
