Lord Byron So well go no more a-roving So well 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 out wears its sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself has rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Yet well go no more a-roving By the light of the moon
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 00:05:32 +0000