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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE FORCE OF LOVE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |