Once I wrote her name upon the sand
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but came a wave a washed it away
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Again I wrote in with a second hand
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but came a tide, made my plans prey
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Who so list to think? I know where is a sign
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I am of them that furthest come behind
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Yet may I, by no means, my weared mind
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draw from my thought, but as they flee
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ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off
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therefore, since in net I seek to hold
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the wind
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The sweet season, that bud and bloom
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forth brings
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The summer has come, for every spray
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now springs
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With green had clad the hill and ehe
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the vale
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The nightingale with feathers new
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she sings
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"Vain man" she said "that dost in vain
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assay, a mortal name so to immortalise,
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for I myself shell like to this desay
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and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"
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Like To A Silver Bow
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| Darkseed |
