“LOVE WILL FIND OUT A WAY.”
That Love should find a way through iron bars
And close-drawn bolts—this does not seem so strange;—
More strange I count it that with wider range,
With naught to mark its course beneath the stars,
Love finds its sure, swift way. That day when we
First parted, Love, how dangerously near
The chance we never met again! though clear
In the broad daylight, unrestrained and free