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.