To the Thawing Wind
de Robert Frost(2005)
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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 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.