ANONYMOUS
Some think to lose him
By having him confined; And some do suppose him,
Poor heart ' 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,
He 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 give over her prey; But you'll ne'er stop a lover
He will find out the way.
If the earth it should part him,
He would gallop it o'er; If the seas should o'erthwart him,
He would swim to the shore; Should his Love become a swallow,
Through the air to stray, Love will lend wings to follow,
And will find out the way.
There is no striving
To cross his intent; There is no contriving
His plots to prevent;
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