Visit

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 feet was like the push
Of numerous hummingbirds 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 - 'twas flurriedly
And I became alone



Credits
Writer(s): Emily Dickinson, Solveig Slettahjell
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