Here you will find the Poem Haunted of poet Amy Lowell
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.