To The Thawing Wind Poem by Robert Frost

To The Thawing Wind

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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 brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do tonight,
Bath 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.

Monday, January 13, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amar Agarwala 08 January 2016

Nature weaves into life, and Frost as always does it so skillfully.

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Mark Arvizu 23 October 2015

Brush with Spring's varied sweet scent Paint a path where we shall wend.

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* Sunprincess * 18 March 2014

........great imagery...I could feel the wind's presence...enjoyed..

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