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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PRAYER FOR A CITY CHILD by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY SPECULA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |