Uploaded on August 13, 2011
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 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.
—George Gordon, Lord Byron
The Giant Book of Poetry edited by William H. Roetzheim
08.13.2023: This image makes me think of a dog.