Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Anonymous LXXX. The Great AdventurerO
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,
For the glow-worm to lie;
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.
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from 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.
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.
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.