We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. <br />November glooms are barren beside the dusk of June. <br />The summer flowers are faded, the summer thoughts are sere. <br />We'll go no more a-roving, lest worse befall, my dear. <br /> <br />We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. <br />The song we sang rings hollow, and heavy runs the tune. <br />Glad ways and words remembered would shame the wretched year. <br />We'll go no more a-roving, nor dream we did, my dear. <br /> <br />We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. <br />If yet we walk together, we need not shun the noon. <br />No sweet thing left to savour, no sad thing left to fear, <br />We'll go no more a-roving, but weep at home, my dear.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-ll-go-no-more-a-roving-2/
