Once I wrote her name upon the sand,but came a wave and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second handbut came a tide, made my plans prey
Who so list to think, I know where is a sign
I am of them but furthest come behind
Yet may I, by no means, my wearied minddraw from my thoughts, but as they fleeashore, fainting I follow, I leave offtherefore, since in a net I seek to holdthe wind
The sweet season, that bud and bloomforth brings
The summer has come, for every spraynow springs
With green had clad with hill and ehethe vale
The nightingale with feathers newthe sings"
Vain man", she said, "that dost in vainassay, a mortal name so to immortalize,for I myself shall like to this decayand ehe my name be wiped out likewise"