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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