TELL me no more how fair she is, <br />I have no minde to hear <br />The story of that distant bliss <br />I never shall come near: <br />By sad experience I have found <br />That her perfection is my wound. <br /> <br />And tell me not how fond I am <br />To tempt a daring Fate, <br />From whence no triumph ever came, <br />But to repent too late: <br />There is some hope ere long I may <br />In silence dote my self away. <br /> <br />I ask no pity (Love) from thee, <br />Nor will thy justice blame, <br />So that thou wilt not envy me <br />The glory of my flame: <br />Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes, <br />In that it falls her sacrifice.<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-no-more-how-fair-she-is/
