Learning by heart is the best way to experience a poem, but not many people set aside the time to do it.

Laura Barber, Editor of Penguin's Poems by Heart, says:

"The poems you’ll find here each have their own ways of rising from the page and working their way into your mind; and if you are capable of remembering ‘the cat sat on the mat’, then it is perfectly possible to turn that mat into a flying carpet and get that cat dancing."

So let's prove it.
Every week, a different poem from this collection will be posted here on Spinebreakers.

This week, the selected poem is:
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      GEORGE GORDON, 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.

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Send in a recording of you reciting this poem by heart, and we will send the first ten entries a copy of Penguin's Poems by Heart.