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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wilderness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away! there’s a frost along the marshes, <br>And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it shakes the dead black water;<br>There’s a moan across the lowland and a wailing through the woodland <br>Of a dirge that sings to send us back to the arms of those that love us. <br>There is nothing left but ashes now where the crimson chills of autumn<br>Put off the summer’s languor with a touch that made us glad <br>For the glory that is gone from us, with a flight we cannot follow, <br>To the slopes of other valleys and the sounds of other shores. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away! you can hear them calling, calling, <br>Calling us to come to them, and roam no more.<br>Over there beyond the ridges and the land that lies between us,<br>There’s an old song calling us to come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away!—for the scenes we leave behind us <br>Are barren for the lights of home and a flame that’s young forever; <br>And the lonely trees around us creak the warning of the night-wind,<br>That love and all the dreams of love are away beyond the mountains. <br>The songs that call for us to-night, they have called for men before us, <br>And the winds that blow the message, they have blown ten thousand years; <br>But this will end our wander-time, for we know the joy that waits us <br>In the strangeness of home-coming, and a woman’s waiting eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away! there is nothing now to cheer us— <br>Nothing now to comfort us, but love’s road home:— <br>Over there beyond the darkness there’s a window gleams to greet us, <br>And a warm hearth waits for us within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away!—or the roving-fiend will hold us,<br>And make us all to dwell with him to the end of human faring: <br>There are no men yet may leave him when his hands are clutched upon them, <br>There are none will own his enmity, there are none will call him brother. <br>So we’ll be up and on the way, and the less we boast the better <br>For the freedom that God gave us and the dread we do not know:— <br>The frost that skips the willow-leaf will again be back to blight it, <br>And the doom we cannot fly from is the doom we do not see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come away! come away! there are dead men all around us— <br>Frozen men that mock us with a wild, hard laugh <br>That shrieks and sinks and whimpers in the shrill November rushes,<br>And the long fall wind on the lake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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