So we'll no more a-roving...

[Danger Mouse]

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.

-Lord Byron.

Just thought I'd share one of my favorite poems with you all. It's sad and beautiful.

[Frank Cannon]

1. Put the gun down, Spender.

Too obscure?

[Danger Mouse]

2. Ray Bradbury is only my favorite author aside from Kurt Vonnegut.

And 'The Martian Chronicles' is my favorite of his works.
So, no. :hi:

[Frank Cannon]

6. Bradbury's a favorite of mine, as well.

"R is For Rocket" was my first exposure, in the seventh grade. Read everything he ever wrote, multiple times.

Too bad Bradbury eventually turned out to be such a psycho right-winger. You never would have figured it, as humanistic as his stories were.

[Danger Mouse]

7. Seriously. How could somebody who wrote 'There Will Come Soft Rains'...

be a rabid right-winger?
It makes no sense.

[RandomThoughts]

4. Martian chronicles.

Ray Bradbury, last episode, tv miniseries.


However not sure if that was about Mars, as much as using the planet for a colony story.

[Lyric]

3. When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

--Lord Byron

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I love this one because it's such a touching story of a hidden, forbidden love that could never be acknowledged, but still hurts to the bone.

[Danger Mouse]

5. I love Lord Byron.

:hug:

[Swede]

8. Thanks.

Got a good thread going,too.

[velvet]

9. Leonard Cohen does a fine recitation of this

on his "Dear Heather" album : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BX6-9x_0vcU

Thanks for posting, 'tis a beautiful piece of bitter-sweet.

[unpossibles]

10. love it.

thanks for posting.

So do you think he was a vampire or no? ;)

[grasswire]

11. the genius of Robert Browning

Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!