For the “Three Orphans”

Keep him not O, gentle maiden

     When naught but his own indolence

Holds him from his vow fulfilling,

     At thy rare girlhood’s expense.

For blossoms on the earth’s domain,

Were never meant to bloom in vain.

Aug. 10, ‘92

Same as ‘For My Novel’

Novel – ‘The Three Orphans’

http://whowasjoecone.blogspot.com/p/novel.html