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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, 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-
The Wind'tapped Like A Tired Man
Emily Dickinson
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