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 Taken from The Ladies’ Companion (editor Edgar Allan Poe), August 1835, page 167

I wrote my name upon the sand; I thought I wrote it on thine heart. I had no touch of fear, that words, Such words, so graven, could depart.

The sands, thy heart, alike have lost The name I trusted to their care; And passing waves, and worldly thoughts, Effaced what once was written there.

Woe, for the false sands! and worse woe, That thou art falsest of the twain! I, yet, may write upon the sands, But never on thine heart, again.