Margaret Magnus

Young man
While the wind yet blows fresh in your face
Do kiss her soft lips
And rejoice in her wild and merry spirit

But you maid
Must drive the horses to the water
And bathe your naked self
In the cold, blue sea
Know your mind
And love your work

You'll not fail to touch his tender heart
Nor shall you remain untouched
Bear his child if it please you

But live alone
Own your effort
Hear no critic
And give your heart and mind
To God