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From “The Demiurge‘s Laugh”
“It was far in the sameness of the wood;/I was running with joy on the Demon‘s trail,.../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,.../Thereafter I sat me against a tree.”
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