OU blog

Personal Blogs

Richard Walker

No more a roving

Visible to anyone in the world

So we’ll go no more a roving,

So late into the night.

Though the heart be still as loving

And the moon be just as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheathe,

And the soul wears out the breast.

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

I’m learning this poem by Lord Byron and this is as far as I got. I thought posting it here (from memory!) might help to bed it down. Is it right?

Tomorrow I will learn Stanza 3 hopefully.

Permalink Add your comment
Share post

This blog might contain posts that are only visible to logged-in users, or where only logged-in users can comment. If you have an account on the system, please log in for full access.

Total visits to this blog: 2133013