Album: Midnight Solemnly Dance

Like to a Silver Bow

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