LET love go, if go she will. <br />Seek not, O fool, her wanton flight to stay. <br />Of all she gives and takes away <br />The best remains behind her still. <br /> <br />The best remains behind; in vain <br />Joy she may give and take again, <br />Joy she may take and leave us pain, <br />If yet she leave behind <br />The constant mind <br />To meet all fortunes nobly, to endure <br />All things with a good heart, and still be pure, <br />Still to be foremost in the foremost cause, <br />And still be worthy of the love that was. <br />Love coming is omnipotent indeed, <br />But not Love going. Let her go. The seed <br />Springs in the favouring Summer air, and grows, <br />And waxes strong; and when the Summer goes, <br />Remains, a perfect tree. <br /> <br />Joy she may give and take again, <br />Joy she may take and leave us pain. <br />O Love, and what care we? <br />For one thing thou hast given, O Love, one thing <br />Is ours that nothing can remove; <br />And as the King discrowned is still a King, <br />The unhappy lover still preserves his love.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-love-go-if-go-she-will/
