from The Princess: 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.