One Day I Wrote Her Name upon the Strand - Edmund Spenser

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.'
'Not so,' quod I, 'let baser things devise
  To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
  My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
  And in the heavens write your glorious name,
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
  Our love shall live, and later life renew.'

One Day I Wrote Her Name upon the Strand - Edmund Spenser