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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WRITTEN IN EMERSON'S ESSAYS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |