Ralph Waldo Emerson

Give All to Love

Give all to love;

Obey thy heart;

Friends, kindred, days,

Estate, good fame,

Plans, 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 'tis a god,

Knows its own path,

And the outlets of the sky.


It was not for the mean;

It requireth courage stout,

Souls above doubt,

Valor unbending;

Such 'twill reward,—

They shall return

More than they were,

And ever ascending.


Leave all for love;

Yet, hear me, yet,

One word more thy heart behoved,

One pulse more of firm endeavor,—

Keep thee to-day,

To-morrow, forever,

Free as an Arab

Of thy beloved.


Cling with life to the maid;

But when the surprise,

Vague shadow of surmise,

Flits across her bosom young

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,

Tho' her parting dims the day,

Stealing grace from all alive;

Heartily know,

When half-gods go,

The gods arrive.