SO, we'll go no more a-roving <br /> So late into the night, <br />Though the heart be still as loving, <br /> And the moon be still as bright. <br /> <br />For the sword outwears its sheath, <br /> And the soul wears out the breast, <br />And the heart must pause to breathe, <br /> And love itself have rest. <br /> <br />Though the night was made for loving, <br /> And the day returns too soon, <br />Yet we'll go no more a-roving <br /> By the light of the moon.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-ll-go-no-more-a-roving/
