Love will find out a way

Can skill disentangle

the meshes of love,

or mortal endeavour

its torments remove?

Your crafty designing

his arts will betray,

for into your scheming

Love will find out a way.

And though ye confine him

with bolts and with bars,

and though ye malign him

and mock at his cares,

the wandering breezes

would bear him away

to make of thy torments

his sport and his play.

Oh wert thou o'er mountains

or far o'er the seas,

I'd climb every mountain,

I'd cross all the seas;

or wert thou a bird

on the sunlighted spray,

to thee, love, to thee,

would I find out the way.