LA NOCHE ME CONFUNDE

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.

Lord Byron



Me hago una versión propia de la ultima estrofa (humorística aclaro, no pretendo introducirme en la poesia) pensando en lo que a mi mas me recuerda la noche: la farra

As the night was made for loving
and loving is having fun
let’s go and do some clubbing
have long drinks
make ourselves laugh

Yo mimmo