Poem Transcription
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 I have answered thee!
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more; what answer should I give?
I love not hollowed cheek or faded eye;
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I bid thee live;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more; thy fate and mine are sealed.
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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