Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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.

Robert Frost

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