'Ah! then, as now--it may be, something more-- Woman and man were human to the core . . . . . . They too could risk, they also could rebel, They could love wisely--they could love too well. In that great duel of Sex--that ancient strife Which is the very central fact of life, They could--and did--engage it breath for breath, They could--and did--get wounded unto death. As at all times since time for us began, Woman was truly woman, man was man. . . . . . . Dead--dead and done with! Swift from shine to shade The roaring generations flit and fade. To this one, fading, flitting, like the rest, We come to proffer--be it worst or best-- A sketch, a shadow, of one brave old time; A hint of what it might have held sublime; A dream, an idyll, call it what you will, Of man still Man, and woman--Woman still!'
