Here is “So we’ll go no more a roving” by Lord Byron:
So, we’ll go no more a roving (8)
So late into the night, (6)
Though the heart be still as loving, (8)
And the moon be still as bright. (7)
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.
I’ve lived then in this earthen jar
on the mantle ‘bove the fire
As a cobweb keeps the corner
and a full womb her sire.
For the pace of life has blurred me
and the angels shouted out
that all my fight is silly
in this light cast long about.
Though a life is there for living
and a hero soldiers on
Still I cannot help but give in
to the dragon fall’in down.
A writing exercise by AMW