Seized the thunderbolt and wield Zeus' fire,
Did the heroine who, dreamt, aspired,
And with it, she, like leopard, leapt and run,
In to horizons, and the setting sun,
Such zeal and zest seem fabled, but were true,
Though be it hard for mortal minds construe,
Her blood people's red not Prussian blue.

The titan of them all beget the flame,
From whence the passion bled, devotion came,
Yet fated to be condemned by old Zeus,
For giving sight of his gold fire to us,
Legendary yet you live to be,
You lived, felt love, were the highest tree,
Felled by cosmic judge, high, haughty.