So we'll go no more a roving by Lord 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.

Let me fade my love for you in the rain, 

 rest my love for you in peace, forever and ever.....B....