Ask Me No More

Ask Me No More

by

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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.