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 music - as of tunes
Blow tremulous in Glass
He visited - still flitting -
Then like a timid Man
Again He tapped - `twas flurriedly-
And I became alone.