So we'll go no more a-roving
  So late into the night,
Though the heart be ne'er as loving,
  And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears the sheath,
  And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart itself must pause,
  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.

Included in a letter to Thomas Moore on February 28, 1817
See also Henley's "We'll go no more a-roving"

Composition:

Set to music by Thomas Henry Wait Armstrong (1898 - ?), "So, we'll go no more a roving", published 1933 [ TTBB chorus a cappella ]

Text Authorship:

• by George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788 - 1824), "So we'll go no more a-roving", written 1817, appears in Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: with Notices of His Life, Volume II, first published 1830

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
• GER German (Deutsch) (Walter A. Aue) , "So werden wir nicht mehr schweifen", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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