Eleanor and Virginia in Virginia

Your mis'ry was deep my beloved one,

You walked with your pockets weighted with stone,

I'm more superficial and prone to run,

Away from Franklin, to pick up the phone.

You and Vita fell out politic'ly,

Not us!   Three Guineas is my true Bible,

I love you lyric'ly and critic'ly, 

A word against you I treat as libel.

I 'gree we Americans are shallow,

The Shenando'ah's not as deep as the Ouse,

But there's much to be said for the callow,

We can laugh and sport in my woodland house.

To be always with you dear Virginia!

To never have to say, "Abyssinia."


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