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 . . .