It is some winged creature asks for room
Within my walls. Shall I deny its quest,
Refuse a welcome to the homeless guest?
Who could the rigor of such night endure?
Nay, open wide the window. Come, oh, come,
And share my shelter! All the air was stirred
By the mysterious pulsing of the wings
In useless haste, until their murmurings
Grew faint and fainter; now they pulse-less lay.
Again they found the light—my eyes were blurred