The Queen of Stones

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.