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...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND IN HOSPITAL: 10. STAFF NURSE: NEW STYLE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT |