One Day I Updated Spencer’s Poem of the Strand
Robert Springer
One day I wrote her name upon the shore, But waves rolled in and washed away the sand. I wrote her name upon the sand once more, But tide rose up and covered all the strand. Proud man, she said, as if your words could stand Against the slow decay that’s sure to be. As if you could delay the waters creep and Stay the tide of time that comes for me. Not true, I said, I swear the world will see That you are more than just the name you wear. Our frames, these feeble houses seem to be So frail, but not our love, to this I swear. That day when death has swallowed time and chance We’ll burst death’s bonds and so renew the dance.
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