Ask me no more, for fear I should reply;
Others have held their tongues, and so can I,
Hundreds have died, and told no tale before:
Ask me no more, for fear I should reply —
How one was true and one was clean of stain
And one was braver than the heavens are high,
And one was fond of me: and all are slain.
Ask me no more, for fear I should reply.