The wind tapped like a tired man

Emily Dickinson - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
The wind tapped like a tired man
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Duration: 2:32
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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.
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- Emily Dickinson