Robert Frost (1874-1963)|
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.
To The Thawing Wind appeared in Frost's collection A Boy's Will in
August 1913. It can be found in:
Frost, Robert. The Poetry of Robert Frost. Edward Connery Lathem, ed. New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1969.