And yet a headlong, headstrong, downright She,

Young, beautiful, and daring—who would risk

A throne—the world—the universe—to be

Beloved in her own way—and rather whisk

The stars from out the sky, than not be free[GC]As are the billows when the breeze is brisk—

Though such a She's a devil (if there be one),

Yet she would make full many a Manichean.