Treasure Island

Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

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."

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Paige S (6/25/2009 1:47:00 PM)

    True love can never come to an end, thought two people may be seperated in death. I LOVE this poem, and I hope that someone will feel this strongly about me some day! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • David Zvekic (11/24/2005 12:29:00 PM)

    I think 'washed' is to be pronounced as 2 syllables. 'wash-ed'

    notice the onomatopoeic effect of 'waves and wash-ed it away'

    simply reading it aloud sounds like waves on the shore. Beautiful. I dont know why people rated this so poorly. (Report) Reply

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