The poem
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.
this poem is written by one of the greatest peots ever. He was known to be one of the first of the modren celebrities and a he was a total womanizer. He was tired of his lifestyle by the age of 29 which is when he wrote the poem we'll no mor a roving.