Like to a Silver Bow

Once I wrote her name upon the sand

but came a wave a washed it away

Again I wrote in 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 that furthest come behind

Yet may I, by no means, my weared mind

draw from my thought, but as they flee

ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off

therefore, since in 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 the hill and ehe

the vale

The nightingale with feathers new

she sings

"Vain man" she said "that dost in vain

assay, a mortal name so to immortalise,

for I myself shell like to this desay

and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"