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This song is by Solveig Slettahjell and appears on the album Tarpan Seasons (2010).

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.


Written by:

Emily Dickinson, Solveig Slettahjell

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