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 the steepest, Love will find out the way.
Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie, Where there is no place For receipt of a fly, Where the gnat dares not venture, Lest herself fast she lay, But if Love comes, 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 from 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.