One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
( Edmund Spenser )
[ Amoretti and Epithalamion ]
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