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.
The Princess: A Medley: Ask Me No More
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Poem topics: cloud, fate, friend, heaven, moon, river, sea, dear, great, touch, mountain, shape, live, stream, main, answer, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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