TO THE THAWING WIND

    Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
    Bring the singer, bring the nester;
    Give the buried flower a dream;
    Make the settled snowbank steam;
    Find the brown beneath the white;
    But whate'er you do tonight,
    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.