So we'll Go no more a-Roving by Lord Byron

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

For the sword outwears its sheath, / And the soul outwears 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.