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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 hearth must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving, And the days return too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon                   -George Gorden, Lord Byron   唸到一半突然有感而發。