To The Thawing Wind Poem By Robert Frost

To The Thawing Wind Poem By Robert Frost!

Come with rain, 0 loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester,
Give the buried Hower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it How,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall,
Swmg the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the Hoar;
Turn the poet out of door.

To The Thawing Wind Poem By Robert Frost

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