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
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 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 goes to ground Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape
Removed!
