As I add some finishing touches to my year-end poem,I will share then with you some of the pieces I most like.And here is one of Byron’s beauties,
So,we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the night 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.
A poem by Lord Byron