Give all to love

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred days,
estate, credit, and the muse,-
nothing refuse.

'Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.

It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart beloved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee today,
Tomorrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise,
flits across her young bosom,
of a joy apart from thee,
free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
nor the palest rose she flung
from her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
as a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson