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.
I chose this poem because I found that I could relate quite well to it, especially in the college setting. It describes the passing of time in the sense of aging. Despite the fact that the moon and the night are still beautiful and able to be explored, the time for wandering about and exploring the evening has passed. This seemed to parallel the college experience, just as one starts out with a youthful sense of wonder and then matures into an adult about to enter the professional world. I feel that there is powerful imagery within this poem, and I think it has a rhythm that lends itself to moving images.