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Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name
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 eke my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," (quod I) "let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."
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More Poems by Edmund Spenser
Amoretti LXVI: "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
Amoretti LIV: Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay
Amoretti LXXIV: Most Happy Letters
Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of Life
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