In The Shadows by Leah Bodine Drake

As we went up the narrow stair,

My candle slim and I,

From the crouching shadows came

A little tired sigh.
And there was nothing on the stair

Or in my garret room

But cobwebs on the rafters

And corners filled with gloom.
And still and silent was the house

And dark and still the air…

But where the shadows wavered

In the candle-flare,

Something small, unearthly, sighed

Out of some strange despair.