She’s full of hidden forces, In circle to discover power in herself, Powers that have lain dormant; Secret reserves of ability, Only waiting occasion to leap. She can tell how much Weight a Man may carry Without stumbling, And how much grief a Man’s Heart can suffer without breaking. She multiplies the X, In the problem of Nature; The unknown quantity In the universe. She is the pioneer, To whom the danger From the unknown, Beasts and Demons Is a welcome fillip. She laughs, At the doubtful edge of life, And sings in the face of death. She dances, With the force that surges up That meets and measures Up the task. She sees, That chaos only calms her, Clears her brain, And steadies the hand While others go insane. She knows, That defeat only rouses Dogged strength. And fear is the Devil’s other name. She is unafraid, In losing herself In the thing to be done, And does it, Caring not for heaven or hell. There is no spell to produce her. The choicest heredity cannot breed her, Schools cannot prepare her, Religion cannot form her. She is not a Myth. She is better, She’s a Natural Witch