And yet, his poetry remains accessible and understandable, conveying emotion and themes that still ring true for today, even for those who do not lead half a complicated a life as he did. The poem is designed to be easily read and to flow off the tongue — its ABAB format is one of the most pleasant to read and understand, and it uses metaphorical imagery often. Byron evokes images of the heart and the soul, as well as a sword and sheath. This is a clever choice on his part; by pairing the metaphorical images with the literal one, it is easier to understand his meaning without it being lost entirely in non-literal exclamations. The narrator is describing a situation in which they are no longer free to rove around, even though they feel that the nights are made for that particular purpose. Even today, it is common to see those who stay awake through all hours of the night to do the things that they want to do, rather than what they have to do.
‘So, we’ll go no more a roving’: A Poem by Lord Byron
So We’ll Go No More a Roving – Byron | SHOTIME
This week I will be reviewing a poem by Byron, because Byron is amazing. If you read my first post on Byron, you will know that I touched upon Byron as a Romantic and how it affects the reading of his works. I find this aspect of Byron to be essential in reading his poetry, as it makes everything much more meaningful. Byron was…many things. Many poets gain fame posthumously; this was not true of Byron. Byron was a superstar in his day.
In , this poem was included in a letter to Thomas Moore. Structure This is a short poem made up of only three quatrains. Each quatrain loosely follows an ABAB rhyme scheme. Every B rhyme is either an off rhyme, meaning the sounds do not match perfectly.
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. Moore published the poem in as part of Letters and Journals of Lord Byron. It evocatively describes the fatigue of age conquering the restlessness of youth.