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DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN
Do not ask me again where flowers bloom,
When life is gone, from the fading rose;
For in it's beauty's orient deep,
The flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Do not ask me again where do stray
The golden sunshine of the day;
For in pure love did God prepare
Those rays to enrich your hair.
Do not ask me again where does haste
The nightingale when you are gone;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her note.
Do not ask me again where those stars light,
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixéd become, as in their sphere.
Do not ask me again if east or west
The phoenix bird builds her nest;
For to you at last he flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
