Ask Not the Song to be Sung

Ask not the song to be sung,
Or the bell to rung,
Or if my tale is done.
The answer is all--and none.
The answer is all--and none.

Oh, white was the color of my love,
As bright and white as a dove,
And white was he, as fair as she,
Who sundered my love from me.

Ask not the tale to be done,
The rhyme to be rung,
Or if the sun has sung.
The answer is all--and none.
The answer is all--and none.

Oh, black was the color of my sight,
as dark and black as the night,
and dark was I, as dark as sky,
whose lightning bared the lie.

Ask not the bell to be rung,
or the song to be sung,
or if my tale is done.
The answer is all--and none.
The answer is all--and none. 

	(The Towers of the Sunset, 124-125)
	(The Towers of the Sunset, 173-174)[fragment]
	(The Towers of the Sunset, 327)[fragment]
	(The Towers of the Sunset, 535)[fragment]
	(The Order War, 268-269)


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