She can be as wise as we

And wiser when she wishes;

She can knit with cunning wit

And dress the homely dishes

She can flourish staff or pen

And deal a wound that lingers

She can talk the talk of men

And touch with thrilling fingers

Match her ye across the sea

Natures fond and fiery;

Ye who zest the turtle's nest

With the eagle's eyrie

Soft and loving is her soul

Swift and lofty soaring;

Mixing with its dove-like dole

Passionate adoring

Such a shе who'll match with me ?

In flying or persuing

Subtle wilеs are in her smiles

To set a world a wooing

She is steadfast as a star

And yet the maddest maiden:

She can wage a gallant war

And give the peace of Eden