The Eviction
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
1840 to 1922
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Unruly tenant of my heart,
Full fain would I quit of thee.
I've played too long a losing part.
Thou bringest me neither gold nor fee.
'Tis time shouldst thy holding yield,
Thy will and mine no meet.
With cockle hast thou sowed my field,
With all the public street.
Thy presence doth disturb my pride.
Let me be owner of my own.
I fling with thy goods outside
And bar re--entry with a stone.
Begone and hide thee from my face.
I will see thee chiding there.
Away, to live in my disgrace!
Away, to die in thy despair!
O impotence of wit!
The law is mine, the fault in thee,
yet in vain I serve the writ,
In vain scourge thee with decree.
For lo, in stillness of night,
O'erturning stone and guard and door,
Thou art with thy lost tenant--right
And hast possession as before.