Unruly tenant of my heart, <br />Full fain would I be quit of thee. <br />I've played too long a losing part. <br />Thou bringest me neither gold nor fee. <br /> <br />'Tis time thou shouldst thy holding yield, <br />Thy will and mine no longer meet. <br />With cockle hast thou sowed my field, <br />With squanderings all the public street. <br /> <br />Thy presence doth disturb my pride. <br />Let me be owner of my own. <br />I fling thee with thy goods outside <br />And bar re--entry with a stone. <br /> <br />Begone and hide thee from my face. <br />I will not see thee chiding there. <br />Away, to live in my disgrace! <br />Away, to die in thy despair! <br /> <br />O impotence of human wit! <br />The law is mine, the fault in thee, <br />And yet in vain I serve the writ, <br />In vain I scourge thee with decree. <br /> <br />For lo, in stillness of the night, <br />O'erturning stone and guard and door, <br />Thou art come with thy lost tenant--right <br />And hast possession as before.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eviction-2/
