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Robert Frost (1874–1963).  A Boy’s Will.  1915.
27. The Demiurge’s Laugh
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:        5
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,        10
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        15
  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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