“We’ll go no more a-roving” is a poem included in a letter Byron wrote to his friend Thomas Moore (February 28, 1817), explaining that “I find ‘the sword wearing out the scabbard,’ though I have but just turned the corner of twenty nine.” Byron was a very famous socialite, present at parties through...
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.
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.
So, we’ll go no more a-roving was written by Lord Byron.
Lord Byron released So, we’ll go no more a-roving on Fri Feb 28 1817.