. The princess, a medley. 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 answerd 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 seald :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

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. The princess, a medley. 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 answerd 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 seald :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 122 THE PRINCESS.

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