To the Thawing Wind

By Robert Frost

1874-1963

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.

DayPoems Poem No. 2617
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2617.html">To the Thawing Wind by Robert Frost</a>

The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor

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