WILLIAMS CET

SO, WE´LL GO NO MORE A ROVING...

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.

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For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

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And the hearth must pause to bheathe,

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And love itself have rest

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Trougt the night was made for loving,

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And the days return too soon,

Yet we´ll go no more a roving

By the light of the moon.