Can skill disentangle the meshes of love, or mortal endeavour its torments remove? Your crafty designing his arts will betray, for into your scheming Love will find out a way. And though ye confine him with bolts and with bars, and though ye malign him and mock at his cares, the wandering breezes would bear him away to make of thy torments his sport and his play. Oh wert thou o'er mountains or far o'er the seas, I'd climb every mountain, I'd cross all the seas; or wert thou a bird on the sunlighted spray, to thee, love, to thee, would I find out the way.
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , appears in Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, collected by Thomas Percy [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Johann Gottfried Herder (1744 - 1803) , "Weg der Liebe" DUT ENG FRE ; composed by Johannes Brahms, Max Bruch.
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