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Amoretti, Sonnet # 75 / Edmund Spenser

Amoretti, Sonnet # 75

Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)


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