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
You know who introduced me to Lord Byron? Ray Bradbury! This lovely poem is in “The Martian Chronicles” which is, inarguably in my mind, the best piece of literature ever written. I am in love with this poem. I am in love with Lord Byron. Read it a couple of times, roll it over your tongue, and you’ll be in love with it too.
Great literature from a great poet.