See! He trails his toes <br />Through the long streaks of moonlight, <br />And the nails of his fingers glitter: <br />They claw and flash among the tree-tops. <br />His lips suck at my open window, <br />And his breath creeps about my body <br />And lies in pools under my knees. <br />I can see his mouth sway and wobble, <br />Sticking itself against the window-jambs, <br />But the moonlight is bright on the floor, <br />Without a shadow. <br />Hark! a hare is strangling in the forest, <br />And the wind tears a shutter from the wall.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-63/
