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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The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
This is the only break in the otherwise perfect meter, which makes me wonder if the word "the" was added on accident by whoever transcribed the piece. -
fantastic
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. "
It is a very deep n fantastic poem.the rhyme is as divdne as love itself .Great
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I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
those lines have never ceased to facinate me. of course, i love the whole poem. i've memorized it and keep a copy of it above my desk. this is a WICKED poem. tennyson is fantastic.
Edited on Nov 19, 11:27 p.m. because ''.
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