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!