by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator
A few nights ago I was watching an old episode of one of my favorite mystery programs, Midsomer Murders, when I came across a snippet of poetry that I really liked. The plot of that particular episode revolved around the murder of the village's philandering postman who had had affairs with more than a few of the ladies in the village. Several of those ladies were standing around sobbing openly at the funeral, and many had brought floral offerings. DCI Barnaby and Sergeant Troy were both at the funeral evaluating mourners. and their husbands, as possible suspects, and Barnaby also began reading the notes attached to the flowers. One particularly nice floral arrangement had an unsigned note that said simply, "So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night."
It was eventually brought out that those lines were from a poem by Lord Byron. I found the poem, liked it, and will share it here. The three stanzas are very simple, yet very beautiful - a perfect eulogy for a randy postman who did much of his romancing while the moon was shining brightly.
We'll Go No More A-Roving
by Lord Byron
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 more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
Poetry Appreciator
A few nights ago I was watching an old episode of one of my favorite mystery programs, Midsomer Murders, when I came across a snippet of poetry that I really liked. The plot of that particular episode revolved around the murder of the village's philandering postman who had had affairs with more than a few of the ladies in the village. Several of those ladies were standing around sobbing openly at the funeral, and many had brought floral offerings. DCI Barnaby and Sergeant Troy were both at the funeral evaluating mourners. and their husbands, as possible suspects, and Barnaby also began reading the notes attached to the flowers. One particularly nice floral arrangement had an unsigned note that said simply, "So we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night."
It was eventually brought out that those lines were from a poem by Lord Byron. I found the poem, liked it, and will share it here. The three stanzas are very simple, yet very beautiful - a perfect eulogy for a randy postman who did much of his romancing while the moon was shining brightly.
We'll Go No More A-Roving
by Lord Byron
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 more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
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