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 feet was like the push Of numerous hummingbirds 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 - 'twas flurriedly And I became alone