To the Thawing Wind
by: Robert Frost

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 ice will go;

Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like 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.