So we’ll go no more a roving

Recent scientific studies have suggested the moon exerts a genuine pull on us. Some of this is wishful thinking of course, the ultimate in poetic fallacies, as no one can come up with a convincing reason as to why. Gravity won’t cut it, as the moon has no effect on lakes, never mind our body fluids. Still, we want to believe that we work to the rhythms of the moon, and we do undoubtedly seem to sleep less and behave odder when the full moon comes round. Certainly animals of assorted kinds behave according to the moon’s cycle: toads of various kinds get more excited, and mate more frequently. They are not the only ones. And wolves it seems really do howl more at the moon. They also prowl around less, perhaps because the other creatures they are hunting can see them better. All this brings to mind that prowler poet George Gordon, a.k.a Lord Byron, who knew all this long before the scientists. He also knew that the time for roving was short, and thinking so produced what has to be one of the finest moon poems.

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.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears 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.

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~ by thebicyclops on November 11, 2010.

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