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Poem
March 16, 1912
The Eureka Sentinel
Eureka, Tonopah, Eureka County, Nye County, Nevada
What is this article about?
In 'Ask Me No More,' Alfred Tennyson writes a lyrical poem where the speaker repeatedly refuses to answer a lover's questions about their fate, citing natural forces and personal yielding, ultimately embracing love despite resistance.
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Ask Me No More.
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 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.
-Alfred Tennyson.
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 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.
-Alfred Tennyson.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Ask Me No More
Tennyson
Love Refusal
Lyric Ode
Yielding To Love
What entities or persons were involved?
Alfred Tennyson.
Poem Details
Title
Ask Me No More.
Author
Alfred Tennyson.
Key Lines
Ask Me No More. The Moon May Draw The Sea;
Ask Me No More. What Answer Should I Give?
Ask Me No More. Thy Fate And Mine Are Seal'd;
No More, Dear Love, For At A Touch I Yield:
Ask Me No More.