LORD BYRON

And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep;

Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep :

So the spirit bows before thee,

To listen and adore thee ;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

��We* II go no more a-roving

CO, 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.

��600. She walks in Beauty

CHE walks in beauty, like the night ^ Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

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