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Robert Frost – from The Poetry of 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 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 rose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went
And well I knew what the Demon meant

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 I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew always
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long
But did not enter, though the wish was strong
You shook your pensive head as who should say
'I dare not – too far in his footsteps stray
He must seek me would he undo the wrong'

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw, does still abide
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof