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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.
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