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Lord Alfred Tennyson

The Princess: a Medley: Ask Me No More

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
       The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the 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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