Waiting For Spring

To The Thawing Wind by Robert Frost

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 browns beneath the whites;

But whatever 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 hermits 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 the door.