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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 flurriedly -- / And I became alone.