Poets Hidy Hole

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 willing
• and the moon still be as bright.
• For the sword outwears it's 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.

Hello poetry lovers! This will be my display case of poems. I have one of my favorites by Wystan Hugh Auden currently displayed above but if you would like a poem you love shown, send me a copy! If it happens to be your own work be sure to tell me so I can give you credit. Thanks!

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