OVER the mountains   And over the waves, Under the fountains   And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,   Which Neptune obey, Over rocks that are steepest,   Love will find out the way.

When there is no place   For the glow-worm to lie, When there is no space   For receipt of a fly; When the midge dares not venture   Lest herself fast she lay, If Love come, he will enter   And will find out the way.

You may esteem him   A child for his might; Or you may deem him   A coward for his flight; But if she whom Love doth honour   Be conceal'd from the day— Set a thousand guards upon her,   Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him   By having him confined; And some do suppose him,   Poor heart! to be blind; But if ne'er so close ye wall him,   Do the best that ye may, Blind Love, if so ye call him,   He will find out his way.

You may train the eagle   To stoop to your fist; Or you may inveigle   The Phoenix of the east; The lioness, you may move her   To give over her prey; But you'll ne'er stop a lover—   He will find out the way.

If the earth it should part him,   He would gallop it o'er; If the seas should o'erthwart him,   He would swim to the shore; Should his Love become a swallow,   Through the air to stray, Love will lend wings to follow,   And will find out the way.

There is no striving   To cross his intent; There is no contriving   His plots to prevent; But if once the message greet him   That his True Love doth stay, If Death should come and meet him,   Love will find out the way!