Over the mountains

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 lie,

Where there is no space

For receipt of a fly;

Where the midge dare not venture

Lest herself fast she lay,

If love come, he will enter

And will find out the way.

Some think to lose him

Or have him confined;

Some do suppose him,

Poor thing, 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,

Soon 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 get o'er her prey;

But you'll ne'er stop a lover:

Love shall find out the way.