(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

So We'Ll Go No More A-Roving

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

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears 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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This woman murders every poem she reads dreadful I could do it better as love poetry
Hi nice words very passionate wow don't have words to express it
This poem alone would have established Lord Byron as a great poet. The wholeness, the imagery, the rhyming, the rhythm of this is dazzling, staggering, amazing. It is truly perfect in every way. And it sinks deep into your memory where it will stay a lifetime.
The sword outwears the sheath finest meanings from the great poet.
For the sword outwears ist sheath! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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