Keeping the Feast

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 loose 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.

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