Under floods that are deepest,
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
A coward from his flight.
For the glow-worm to lie,
Where the midge dares not venture,
Lest herself fast she lay,
If love come, he will enter,
And will find out the way.
But if she, whom love doth honour,
Be concealed from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her,
Love eill find out the way.