Darkseed - Like to a silver bow

Once I wrote her name upon the sand, but came a wave and washed it away Again I wrote it with a second hand but 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 mind draw from my thoughts, but as they flee ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off therefore, since in a net I seek to hold the wind The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings The summer has come, for every spray now springs With green had clad with hill and ehe the vale The nightingale with feathers new the sings "Vain man", she said, "that dost in vain assay, a mortal name so to immortalize, for I myself shall like to this decay and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"