Thursday, August 03, 2006
One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon The Strand


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 essay
A mortal thing so to immortalise;
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 virtues rare shall eternise,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.'

this poem has a sense of melancholy yet beneath everything is a romantic dream of a man who has fallen in love. the simplicity of wanting to immortalise their love, their affections. he passes the trials he has to face before he is able to overcome the forces of time that no one can actually go against.

and yet he did.

Divulged at 10:32 PM