by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Language: English 
"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 . . .


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This text was added to the website: 2004-06-04
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Word count: 162