Good Things Come to an End

So We'll Go, Go No More A-Roving

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late in 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 has rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By light of he moon.

~William Blake



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~Ansel Adams