The New Tenants

 The day was here when it was his to know 
How fared the barriers he had built between 
His triumph and his enemies unseen, 
For them to undermine and overthrow; 
And it was his no longer to forego 
The sight of them, insidious and serene, 
Where they were delving always and had been 
Left always to be vicious and to grow. 

And there were the new tenants who had come, 
By doors that were left open unawares,
Into his house, and were so much at home 
There now that he would hardly have to guess, 
By the slow guile of their vindictiveness, 
What ultimate insolence would soon be theirs.

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