Sunday, May 22, 2011

So, we'll go no more a-roving / George Gordon (Lord Byron)


So, we'll go no more a-roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
     So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
     And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
     And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
     And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
     And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
     By the light of the moon.

---
George Gordon (Lord Byron), 1817
from Letters and Journals of Lord Byron, 1830


[Poem is in the public domain]

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