Poetry Sunday: So We'll Go No More a Roving by Lord Byron

George Gordon, Lord Byron, may have been a rake and a wastrel but give the man his due: He could write a nice poem. 

Just listen to the lilting rhythms of this one.

So We'll Go No More a Roving


by Lord Byron (George Gordon)



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.

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