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THE WlND'S 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 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.