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
 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
 "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"