7/22/10

too much stuff for my heart

SO, WE’LL GO NO MORE A ROVING…

By George Gordon Byron




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 hearth must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the days return too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.

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