Like to a Silver Bow Lyrics

	作曲 : Hermann, Hertrich
	Once I wrote her name upon the sand,
	but came a wave and washed it away
	Again I wrote it 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 but furthest come behind
	Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
	draw from my thoughts, but as they flee
	ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off
	therefore, since in a 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 with hill and ehe
	the vale
	The nightingale with feathers new
	the sings
	"Vain man", she said, "that dost in vain
	assay, a mortal name so to immortalize,
	for I myself shall like to this decay
	and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"

	zuo qu : Hermann, Hertrich
	Once I wrote her name upon the sand,
	but came a wave and washed it away
	Again I wrote it 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 but furthest come behind
	Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
	draw from my thoughts, but as they flee
	ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off
	therefore, since in a 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 with hill and ehe
	the vale
	The nightingale with feathers new
	the sings
	" Vain man", she said, " that dost in vain
	assay, a mortal name so to immortalize,
	for I myself shall like to this decay
	and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"

	zuò qǔ : Hermann, Hertrich
	Once I wrote her name upon the sand,
	but came a wave and washed it away
	Again I wrote it 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 but furthest come behind
	Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind
	draw from my thoughts, but as they flee
	ashore, fainting I follow, I leave off
	therefore, since in a 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 with hill and ehe
	the vale
	The nightingale with feathers new
	the sings
	" Vain man", she said, " that dost in vain
	assay, a mortal name so to immortalize,
	for I myself shall like to this decay
	and ehe my name be wiped out likewise"

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