The Eviction
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
1840 to 1922
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Unruly tenant of my heart,
O'erturning stone and guard and door,
I will not see thee chiding there.
Thy will and mine no longer meet.
Thy presence doth disturb my pride.
And bar re--entry with a stone.
I fling thee with thy goods outside
Away, to die in thy despair!
Let me be owner of my own.
For lo, in stillness of the night,
I've played too long a losing part.
O impotence of human wit!
Begone and hide thee from my face.
Thou bringest me neither gold nor fee.
Full fain would I be quit of thee.
And yet in vain I serve the writ,
In vain I scourge thee with decree.
Thou art come with thy lost tenant--right
'Tis time thou shouldst thy holding yield,
With squanderings all the public street.
Away, to live in my disgrace!
And hast possession as before.
The law is mine, the fault in thee,
With cockle hast thou sowed my field,