Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 3. At the Sea-Side

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.

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