Darkseed - Like To A Silver Bow

Once I wrote her name upon the sand but came a wave a washed it away Again I wrote in 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 weared mind draw from my thought, but as they flee ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off therefore, since in net I seek to hold the wind Who so list to think? I know where is a sign I am of them that furthest come behind The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings The summer has come, for every spray now springs With green had clad the hill and ehe the vale The nightingale with feathers new she sings The sweet season, that bud and bloom forth brings The summer has come, for every spray now springs "Vain man" she said "that dost in vain assay, a mortal name so to immortalise, for I myself shell like to this desay and ehe my name be wiped out likewise" Once I wrote her name upon the sand but came a wave a washed it away Again I wrote in 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