So late into the night,
Though the heart 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.
1788-1824
Great poem.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Nothing like a romantic poem around valentines day
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem, Lord Byron correct?
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ReplyDeleteYes sir, Lord Byron it is.
Great poet
ReplyDeleteoh man i read this in high school
ReplyDeletethe last four lines are great! nice choice
ReplyDeletei read this poem long ago, good one indeed.
ReplyDeletegood poem thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff. Would love to see more.
ReplyDeleteWe read this in english class. I love it.
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