While I am I,and you are you:
So long as the world contains us both
While the one eludes,must the other pursue
My life is a fault at last, I fear--
It seems to 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 ones eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,--
So, the chase takes up ones life , thats 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 new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me--