"So we'll go no more a-roving"
di George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be ne'er 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 itself must pause,
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.