“The Princess.” VI. Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

“The Princess.” VI. 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.