Haunted

See ! He trails his toes Through the long streaks of moonlight. And the nails of his fingers glitter : They claw and flash among the tree-tops.

His lips suck at my open window. And his breath creeps about my body And lies in pools under my knees.

I can see his mouth sway and wobble. Sticking itself against the window-jambs.

But the moonlight is bright on the floor, Without a shadow.

Hark ! A hare is strangling in the forest. And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.