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.