Author Robert Louis Stevenson IWhen I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. II My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. Tags sea Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments