The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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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 PushOf numerous Humming Birds at once From a superior Bush -His Countenance - a Billow - His Fingers, as He passed Let go a music - as of tunesBlown tremulous in Glass - He visited - still flitting - Then like a timid Man Again, He tapped - 'twas flurriedly - And I became alone -