The Dark House by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Where a faint light shines alone,

Dwells a Demon I have known.

Most of you had better say

“The Dark House,” and go your way.

Do not wonder if I stay.
For I know the Demon’s eyes

And their lure that never dies.

Banish all your fond alarms,

For I know the foiling charms

Of her eyes and of her arms,
And I know that in one room

Burns a lamp as in a tomb;

And I see the shadow glide,

Back and forth, of one denied

Power to find herself outside.