At the Seaside
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 (1850-1894)
from A Child's Garden of Verses, 1885
[Poem is in the public domain]
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