We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. November glooms are barren beside the dusk of June. The summer flowers are faded, the summer thoughts are sere. We'll go no more a-roving, lest worse befall, my dear. We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. The song we sang rings hollow, and heavy runs the tune. Glad ways and words remembered would shame the wretched year. We'll go no more a-roving, nor dream we did, my dear. We'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon. If yet we walk together, we need not shun the noon. No sweet thing left to savour, no sad thing left to fear, We'll go no more a-roving, but weep at home, my dear.
About the headline (FAQ)See also Byron's "So, we'll go no more a roving".
- by William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903), no title, appears in A Book of Verses, first published 1888 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Landon Ronald, Sir (1873 - 1938), "We'll go no more a-roving", published 1908 [voice and piano], from Echoes [text not verified]
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