MY lovely wife, who yestermorn didst bring Thy youth and sweetness all to me alone -- Thine eyes of innocence and heart of spring -- And madest them mine own; My Bride from Erin -- thou in whom I wed Not only thee but surely her as well -- Her of the ancient tears, the glories dead, The undying charm and spell, -- Maureen my Love! we wore her triple leaf, -- At the altar steps her triple leaf we wore: We must not in our joy forget her grief, Maureen Asthore. @3August 12, 1909@1 |