Escape me?
Never---Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up and begin again,---So the chace takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me---Ever Removed!
