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 From anything wearing clothes, he had reared somehow A lodge, or camp, with a stone chimney in it, And a wide fireplace to make men forget Their sins who sat before it in the evening, Hearing the wind outside among the trees And the black water washing on the shore. I never knew the meaning of October Until I went with Asher to that place, Which I shall not investigate again Till I be taken there by other forces Than are innate in my economy. 'You may not like it,' Asher said, 'but Asher Knows what is good. 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