To the Thawing Wind

by Robert Frost

　　

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COME with rain, O loud Southwester!Bring the singer, bring the nester;Give the buried flower a dream;Make the settled snow-bank steam;Find the brown beneath the white;But whate'er you do to-night,Bathe my window, make it flow,Melt it as the ices go;Melt the glass and leave the sticksLike a hermit's crucifix;Burst into my narrow stall;Swing the picture on the wall;Run the rattling pages o'er;Scatter poems on the floor;Turn the poet out of door.

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