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 | The poems of Trumbull Stickney |  |
[XI
The passions that we fought with and subdued]
The passions that we fought with and subduedNever quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil
They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate
That power was once our torture and our lord.
| The poems of Trumbull Stickney | |