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.

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