| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| VII. The Three Taverns |
| 20. The New Tenants |
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| 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 | 5 |
| The sight of them, insidious and serene, | |
| Where they were delving always and had been | |
| Left always to be vicious and to grow. | |
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| And there were the new tenants who had come, | |
| By doors that were left open unawares, | 10 |
| 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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