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, if he pass
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass

He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man
Again he tapped - 't was flurriеdly -
And I became alone