I shape me

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, and all.

Look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and hue,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground,
Than I shape me— because I am I, and you are you!