C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Author Unknown

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.

Where there is no place

For the glow-worm to lye;

Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly;

Where the midge dares not venture,

Lest herself fast she lay,—

If love come he will enter,

And soon find out his way.

You may esteem him

A child for his might;

Or you may deem him

A coward from his flight:

But if she whom love doth honor

Be concealed 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 thing, to be blind:

But if ne’er so close ye wall him,

Do the best that you may,

Blind love, if so ye call him,

Will find out his way.

You may train the eagle

To stoop to your fist;

Or you may inveigle

The phœnix of the East;

The lioness ye may move her

To give o’er her prey:

But you’ll ne’er stop a lover,—

He will find out his way.