The gods are all man's, whom he praises
For laws that make woman his creature;
For the rest, theological mazes
Furnish work for the salaried preacher.
In the youth of the world it was better,
We had deities then of our choosing;
We could pray, though we wore then a fetter,
To a Goddess of binding and loosing.
We could kneel in a grove or a temple,
No man's heavy hand on our shoulder: