And the Queen of Stones let down her hair
like grass that covers the valley;
and when she laughs she cries hot tears
seeping up like a stony syrup
and dripping like deciduous.
And earthiness is in her flesh, with earthquakes not bestill\'d her head;
so seemingly she is so bare but actually a lodestone lady!
She taketh my eyes and bequeath them a beauty!
generous in pretty superfluity!
Aye, and ingratiate oneself to a graceful gravity,
one that only couples can keep keenly;
that is sturdy with sincerity,
as like the Queen of Stones.