Emily Dickinson - The wind trapped like a tired man lyrics

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 pa**, Let go a music, as of tunes Blown tremulous in gla**. He visited, still flitting; Then, like a timid man, Again he tapped--'t was flurriedly-- And I became alone.