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
by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788 –1824)


life often seems to be simply black & white
when indeed it is all shades of grey.


objects in the mirror may appear
larger than in reality.


war is unhealthy for children
& other living creatures.