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 to begin again,-
So the
chase 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
drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape
me-
Ever
Removed!