Music: Hertrich  Lyrics: 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"