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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