The day was here when it was his to know <br />How fared the barriers he had built between <br />His triumph and his enemies unseen, <br />For them to undermine and overthrow; <br />And it was his no longer to forego <br />The sight of them, insidious and serene, <br />Where they were delving always and had been <br />Left always to be vicious and to grow. <br /> <br />And there were the new tenants who had come, <br />By doors that were left open unawares, <br />Into his house, and were so much at home <br />There now that he would hardly have to guess, <br />By the slow guile of their vindictiveness, <br />What ultimate insolence would soon be theirs.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-new-tenants/
