Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Love will find out the way

Love Will Find Out the Way.

Beneath the earth, in her lonely caves, And across the unsheltered moor,Above the rocks where the tempest raves, And along the wide watered shore;

And by tangled forest, and craggy hill, The haunts where the tigers prey,Through pain and peril, undaunted still, Love will find out the way!

You may think him timid, so fast he flies, And speaks with a tone so mild;You may deem that darkness has veiled his eyes, Or believe him a simple child!

But if she, whose beauty is love's delight, Be concealed from the beam of day,Set a thousand guards on that lady bright,— Love will find out the way!

W ithout a guide, and without a clue, Through the realms of unmeasured space,.Where the dove herself, that returns so true, Would be lost in her airy race;

Though the night-wind sweep, or the chill rain fall, Or the sun dart his fiercest ray,Oh! love, unconquered, will speed, through all, Love will find out the way!