We'll Go No More A-Roving

Hello, everyone.

I was listening to one of my radio shows, this one by Ray Bradbury, when one of the characters recited a poem that really struck me. The show, in true Bradbury form, takes place on Mars in the future. The entire Martian population has been wiped out by the chicken pocks and one of the crew members, a descendant of the Cherokee tribe, sees that history may repeat itself as his fellow crew members begin desecrating the Martian civilization. The poem is by Lord George Gordon Byron, who also wrote Don Juan.


599. We'll go no more a-roving

Lord George Gordon Byron 1788–1824

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.