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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.

i was just as the light was beginning to fail

That I suddenly head--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 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 pretense

I 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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