- Sister and mother and diviner love,
- And of the sisterhood of the living dead
- Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom,
- And of the fragrant mothers the most dear
- And queen, and of diviner love the day
- And flame and summer and sweet fire, no thread
- Of cloudy silver sprinkles in your gown
- Its venom of renown, and on your head
- No crown is simpler than the simple hair.
- Wallace Stevens
