So We’ll Go No More a Roving

Are we happy or not that the world isn’t made up of only mathematicians? I guess, if we like poetry, we are very glad of that fact. I read the following poem of Lord Byron and my interpretation was just one sentence.

So We’ll Go No More a Roving
by Lord Byron

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.

Yes, just one line:

We’re not gonna party anymore because we’re old,
but I still love you.

Maybe it’s true what Dirac says about poetry:

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.

– Paul Dirac

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