The Demiurge's Laugh

about science.
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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