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 –