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“To the Thawing Wind” by Robert Frost 🇺🇸 (26 Mar 187429 Jan 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 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.