Knole and the Sackvilles

by V. Sackville-West

We must implore to write to you,

With a fa, la, la, la, la.

For though the Muses should prove kind

And fill our empty brain,

Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind

To wave the azure main,

Our paper, pen and ink, and we,

Roll up and down our ships at sea,

With a fa, la, la, la, la.

Then if we write not by each post,