Read the poem "The Wind’s Visit" by Emily Dickinson.The wind tapped like a tired man,And like a host, "Come in,"I boldly answered; entered thenMy residence within A rapid, footless guest,To offer whom a chairWere as impossible as handA sofa to the air. No bone had he to bind him,His speech was like the pushOf numerous humming-birds at onceFrom a superior bush.His countenance a billow,His fingers, if he pass,Let go a music, as of tunesBlown tremulous in glass. He visited, still flitting;Then, lik