Poem for January

Night Eyes - Schnittkunst by Nigel A JAMES

George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron – 1788 - 1824



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 and bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breath,
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.