Henry King

Here you will find the Poem Tell Me No More How Fair She Is of poet Henry King

Tell Me No More How Fair She Is

TELL me no more how fair she is, 
I have no minde to hear 
The story of that distant bliss 
I never shall come near: 
By sad experience I have found 
That her perfection is my wound. 

And tell me not how fond I am 
To tempt a daring Fate, 
From whence no triumph ever came, 
But to repent too late: 
There is some hope ere long I may 
In silence dote my self away. 

I ask no pity (Love) from thee, 
Nor will thy justice blame, 
So that thou wilt not envy me
The glory of my flame: 
Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes, 
In that it falls her sacrifice.