Wraith

"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,

That you haunt my door?"

-- Surely it is not I she's wanting;

Someone living here before --

"Nobody's in the house but me:

You may come in if you like and see."

Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers, --

Have you seen her, any of you? --

Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind,

And the garden showing through?

Glimmering eyes, -- and silent, mostly,

Sort of a whisper, sort of a purr,

Asking something, asking it over,

If you get a sound from her. --

Ever see her, any of you? --

Strangest thing I've ever known, --

Every night since I moved in,

And I came to be alone.

"Thin Rain, hush with your knocking!

You may not come in!

This is I that you hear rocking;

Nobody's with me, nor has been!"

Curious, how she tried the window, --

Odd, the way she tries the door, --

Wonder just what sort of people

Could have had this house before...