Here, beneath the autumn sky
I wonder where your beauty lies;
in your eyes or in your hair,
or in your slender body, where
your elven contours vie with ease
the fairy lacework of the leaves.
Their topaz, copper or rubine
eclipse not lakes of tourmaline
that are your eyes – and fair
indeed, beyond compare,
the leaf of gold to match your hair.
From ‘Of Goddesses and Women’