poems

[swatkat]

This is not my national poetry month, but I'm totally going to steal it and make it mine because *everyone* should have a national poetry month.

We'll go no more a-roving

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.

- Byron

I recite this to myself every now and then when I'm feeling particularly nostalgic and melancholy. It might be a poem about love, but it will always be poem about friends and growing up to me, 'So, we'll go no more a-roving...'