Edmund Spenser - Sonnet 75 - Read by David Shaw Parker Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser (1552-1599) One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. "Vain man," said she, "thou dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wipèd out likewise." "Not so," quoth 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, when as Death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew."
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