I love those spirits <br />That men stand off and point at, <br />Or shudder and hood up their souls - <br />Those ruined ones, <br />Where Liberty has lodged an hour <br />And passed like flame, <br />Bursting asunder the too small house.<br /><br />Lola Ridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/debris-3/
