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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON |