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.
Enchanting and delightful. A link to read more is here. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/robert-louis-stevenson
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