‘So, we will go no more a roving…’

…from the quills of dead white poets

 

Lord Byron (1788 – 1824)

 

So, we will 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.

 

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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One Response to ‘So, we will go no more a roving…’

  1. Lucille says:

    …so the life goes

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