I'm without body

I would haunt if I could

I'll turn off the lights
Before you can bring them to bed

I'll swing the doors closed
When you enter a room
Frighten every man
Who gets close to you

Daemon

Swinburne

Nova

To lay amongst the bones who sing you to rest
Sleep comes and so follows regret,
So those graves hum that joyous tune
And tell you
you did just fine.