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
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.