POETRY WEDNESDAY: I’ve been reading Tim Powers’s Declare, on the advice of a blog-reader, and so far it’s terrific. Sort of a dark fantasy Cold War spy novel. Perfect summertime reading. However, it doesn’t excerpt well, which is why I haven’t been posting the usual quotes from my reading.

Anyway, I wanted to get something fun up here after all. that. law. (Below the law post, you will find kids’ book recommendations, so there is a point in scrolling!) So here is a poem for this hot, hot, almost hot enough June day. I’m not sure why it seems appropriate, but it does. From 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 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.