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2      The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
3      With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
4But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
5           Ask me no more.
6Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
7      I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
8      Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
9Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
10           Ask me no more.
11Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
12      I strove against the stream and all in vain:
13      Let the great river take me to the main:
14No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
15           Ask me no more.

Notes

1] The Princess: A Medley, published 1847. This poem was added in the edition of 1850. Back to Line