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," quothe 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…
很久很久以前背的诗集了，最常想起的还是这首🥺