When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
More Poetry from Robert Louis Stevenson:
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- Dedication (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
- Foreign Lands (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
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