To the Thawing Wind

He calls on change through the violence of the elements.
 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.