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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. 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 FLUIDLY AND I BECAME ALONE
. I know a place where summer strives With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies back, Recording briefly, "Lost." But when the south wind stirs the pools And struggles in the lanes, Her heart misgives her for her vow, And she pours soft refrains Into the lap of adamant, And spices, and the dew, That stiffens quietly to quartz, Upon her amber shoe. XXIX. The one that could repeat the summer day Were greater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going down -- The lingering and the stain, I mean -- When Orient has been outgrown, And Occident becomes unknown, His name remain. XXX. THE WIND'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. GY WAS PHYSIOGNOMY TWENTY EIGHT I KNOW A PLACE WHERE SUMMER STRIVES WITH SUCH A PRACTISED FROST SHE EACH YEAR LEADS HER DAISIES BACK RECORDING BRIEFLY LOST BUT WHEN THE SOUTH WIND STIRS THE POOLS AND STRUGGLES IN THE LANES HER HEART MISGIVES HER FOR HER VOW AND SHE POURS SOFT REFRAINS INTO THE LAP OF ADAMANT AND SPICES AND THE DEW THAT STIFFENS QUIETLY TO QUARTZ UPON HER AMBER SHOE TWENTY NINE THE ONE THAT COULD REPEAT THE SUMMER DAY WERE GREATER THAN ITSELF THOUGH HE MINUTEST OF MANKIND MIGHT BE AND WHO COULD REPRODUCE THE SUN AT PERIOD OF GOING DOWN THE LINGERING AND THE STAIN I MEAN WHEN ORIENT HAS BEEN OUTGROWN AND OCCIDENT BECOMES UNKNOWN HIS NAME REMAIN THIRTY THE WIND'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
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