Amoretti LXXV - Edmund Spenser - (excerpt) - dez belos poemas que falam de MAR (em inglês)

the beach - photo by Fernando Costa

"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."

Edmund Spenser, from Amoretti LXXV.