Grotesque in grey asbestos hood, blue glasses and great gauntlet gloves That shield her from the heat and glare and sprinkling sparks, She welds the parts of tempered steel and finds it good to toil unceasing While somewhere far over sea, her anxious heart’s adventuring with him she loves. On wings of steel in furious flight into a foe-invested night of perilous thin air, Her heart to his in the despair and exultation of the fight, wedded by danger and delight.