mizoyousry
08-13-2007, 03:30 PM
Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
But came the waves and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second hand
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize
For I myself shall like to this decay
And eek my name be wiped out likewise
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize
And in the heavens write your glorious name
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue
Our love shall live, and later life renew
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
But came the waves and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second hand
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize
For I myself shall like to this decay
And eek my name be wiped out likewise
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize
And in the heavens write your glorious name
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue
Our love shall live, and later life renew



