The passions that we fought with and subdued <br />Never quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil <br />They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate <br />That power was once our torture and our lord.<br /><br />Trumbull Stickney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passions-that-we-fought-with/
