<h3 id="Intrusion">Intrusion</h3>
<p>I BUILT myself a pleasant house.<br/>
Content was I to dwell in it—<br/>
Its door was fast against the wind<br/>
With all the gusty swell of it.</p>
<p>It had two windows, high and clear,<br/>
With trees and skies to shine through them,<br/>
They were acquainted with the moon,<br/>
And every star was mine through them.</p>
<p>Its walls were silent walls; its hearth<br/>
Held little fires to gladden me—<br/>
And though the nights might weep outside<br/>
No sob crept through to sadden me.</p>
<p>Then came your hand upon the latch<br/>
(Although I had not sent for you)<br/>
And all Outside came blowing in<br/>
The way I had not meant it to!</p>
<p>Upon the hearth my tended flame<br/>
Leapt to a blaze and died in it.<br/>
The night sought out a hidden place<br/>
I had forgot and sighed in it.</p>
<p>My window that had known the stars<br/>
Seemed suddenly not high at all.<br/>
The trees drew back; the friendly birds<br/>
Swept dumbly by, too shy to call.</p>
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<p>Said you: “It is a pleasant house,<br/>
But surely somewhat small for two!”—<br/>
And at your word my walls fell down,<br/>
Leaving no house at all, just you.</p>
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