So here is a Byron poem I have liked for a long time, though I have never been sure why. Read it and enjoy. Oh, and I think it's worth mentionioning that Leorard Cohen did a cover of it. Cool, eh!?

So We'll Go No More a-Roving

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 the 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 Byron, Lord Byron