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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 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.
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