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 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.