Eleanor

Eleanor, your beauty is 

As magnanimous as a mountain 

Shaped by the gods 

On your own t'is beauty 

Majestic is the mountain blue

Upon which this humble earth

Is born and dearly departed 

For when you left 

This earth collapsed beneath my feet

O'Eleanor, the mountains do not

Call your name no more 

As the river waters weep and 

Weep and weep; 

I am bereft this night

Bereft this night 

In dreams of love that cannot sleep 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

These echoes of Eleanor sweet

In chambers of her heart so deep