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It was far in the sameness of the wood; / I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, / Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail / That I suddenly heard-all I needed to hear: / It has lasted me many and many a year.
The sound was behind me instead of before, / A sleepy sound, but mocking half, / As of one who utterly couldn't care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh, / Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went; / And well I knew what the Demon meant.
I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught, / And checked my steps to make pretence / It was something among the leaves I sought / (Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.