The Wind tapped like a tired Man
The Wind tapped like a tired Man
And like a Host “Come in”
I boldly answered entered then
My Residence within
A Rapid footless Guest
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air
No Bone had He to bind Him
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush
His Countenance a Billow
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go a music as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass
He visited still flitting
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped ’twas flurriedly
And I became alone
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