SO, 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 the sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself have rest.
Though the heart was made for loving,
And the day returns as soon.
Still, we’ll go no more a-roving,
By the light of the moon.
I have loved this poem since 10th grade when I found it in a book about Venice. Joan Baez once set it to music.