Ask me no more; it is enough
To lie within your arms again, —
Broken with too much love,
And too much pain.

Ask me no more; do I forget — ?
Not one of all our kisses shed
Like flower-leaves, dewy-wet,
Over the dead.

Has life seemed overlong to me?
Ay, even nights with roses decked
Were as a lonely sea,
And I, shipwrecked;

But now the tide has swept me in; —
Too tired and glad I touch the shore
To say where I have been —
Ask me no more.