To The Thawing Wind ~ 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 ices 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.