Edwin Arlington Robinson,
Avon's Harvest
(1921)
“ So put your faith in Asher, And come along with him.' He's an odd bird, Yet I could wish for the world's decency There might be more of him. And so it was I found myself, at first incredulous, Down there with Asher in the wilderness, Alive at last with a new liberty And with no sore to fester. He perceived In me an altered favor of God's works, And promptly took upon himself the credit, Which, in a fashion, was as accurate As one's interpretation of another Is like to be. ”
