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 [more]
