James Joyce
On the Beach at Fontana
Wind whines and whines the shingle
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
Slimesilvered stone
From whining wind and colder
Grey sea I wrap him warm
And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder
And boyish arm
Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above
And in my heart how deep unending
Ache of love!