Olive Bray · stanza 129
1908I counsel thee, Stray-Singer, accept my counsels,they will be thy boon if thou obey’st them,they will work thy weal if thou win’st them:would thou win joy of a gentle maiden,and lure to whispering of love,thou shalt make fair promise, and let it be fast,—none will scorn their weal who can win it.