One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand

Edmund Spenser (1552–1599)

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.
Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay

A mortal thing so to immortalise;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wipèd out likewise.
Not so (quod I); let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternise,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.

^^^
This is my nr. one favorite poem and
the way you ended yours reminded me of this poem and also the feel I got reading yours was somehow the same.

You write well ,mr. B. ;)

About the interpunction: some do, some don't, but all I's should be in caps and I think you are aware of that. ( I am referring to another comment)

5/5 Ingrid

ps: there is nothing to shred, so I cannot make myself more respected that way. do advice you though, to not treat people like you did my friend Frank. That will cause people to lose their respect for you;)