Do whatever your heart desires,
But do it soon, do it soon;
Gathering years will gutter the fires—
Bright the sun but pale the moon.
Do it soon, do it soon.
Chase whichever the dream you nursed,
But do it well, do it well;
Swallow the best, spit out the worst—
Tell the mockers: ‘Rot in hell!’
Do it well, do it well.
Wed whomever will love you long,
But do it now, do it now;
Smother your lover in light and song—
All is dark beneath the plough.
Do it now, do it now!