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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.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
-- Lord Byron
That is the first stanza of his "So, We'll Go No More A Roving". Although I am not entirely sure of its intended meaning, I read it as an ode to the passing of life, the leaving behind of youth, the woeful decline into old age.
