VI.
The inklings gleaned of prehistoric hour
Speak woman thrall to man’s unbridled power;
Than brute more gifted, he, with heinous skill,
Subdued her being to his sensual will;
Binding her fast with ties of cunning weight,
By mother’s burden forced to slavish fate;
Thus woman was, and such her man-made doom,
Ere yet the dawn of love illumed the soulless gloom.