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The Demiurge’s Laugh Poem By Robert Frost

The Demiurge’s Laugh Poem By Robert Frost

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 hght 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 mew 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
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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