The Eviction

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