One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves, and washed it away: Agayne, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tyde, and made my paynes his prey. Vayne man, say'd she, that doest in vayne assay A mortall thing so to immortalize; For I my selve shall like to this decay, And eke my name bee wiped out likewise. Not so, quod I; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but thou shall live by fame: My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens wryte your glorious name, Where, when as death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |