Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; br The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, br With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; br But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? br Ask me no more. br Ask me no more: what answer should I give? br I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: br Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! br Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; br Ask me no more. br br Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: br I strove against the stream and all in vain: br Let the great river take me to the main: br No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; br Ask me no more.