Nomadism

My life and travels over the past few years. 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 (George Gordon) 17881824 Narration read by Tom O bedlam Music: Bless This Morning Year by Helios Most of these shots are originally shot in colour and can be seen in my other videos if you prefer to see them in colour. Nepal India North America