| So We'll Go No More A Roving | |
| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| Yet we'll go no more a roving | |
| By the light of the moon. |
