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Poems Reading Room Pages Home Edwin Arlington Robinson Thursday, January 2, 2014 The Wilderness by Edwin Arlington RobinsonCome away! come away! there?s a frost along the marshes, And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it shakes the dead black water;There?s a moan across the lowland and a wailing through the woodlandOf a dirge that sings to send us back to the arms of those that love us.There is nothing left but ashes now where the crimson chills of autumnPut off the