New Year's Cleaning includes cleaning out my inbox; I spent the afternoon deleting lots of worthless emails. But I also came across an email I sent to myself with a poem from Robert Browning, Life in a Love. I think I came across the poem when I re-read Mary Stewart's novel Madam, Will You Talk?
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 i 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!
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