“Could not even speak Acroparthianic Greek,
And she’d no instruction in Theology.
One day she found, as she swam around,
A Radcliffe catalogue,
Which shone afar like an evening star
From out the mist and fog.
She paused to rest on a billow’s crest,
In a wreath of sparkling foam,
And when she had read what the catalogue said,
She decided to leave her home.