Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)
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.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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