All men were to greatness prepared
For heights of glory diverse but real
Some to these and some to others
Every man distinctly as Heaven forechose
Never one was with another to strive
For each a complete phenomenon was made
Straight projected for certain uniqueness at launch
Dead bound for nothing but excellence
But how destiny deceived many to submission
With her rough roads and thorny paths
They turned back and they fell
And to ordinariness they settled
Some others even worse
But how a maiden she merely is
One who for pride feigns disinterest in her suitor
Straining hard to betray none of her
Though her heart was long dead for him
All a cunning show of invincibility
That will yield for the man that persists
For her joy really is to be conquered
And in her mastering is her apprehension
Destiny waits yet for you