At the Sea-Side

Robert Louis Stevenson(1850–1894)

1885

WHEN I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo dig the sandy shore.My holes were empty like a cup,In every hole the sea came up,Till it could come no more.

From A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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