Wind whines and whines the shingle, <br />The crazy pierstakes groan; <br />A senile sea numbers each single <br />Slimesilvered stone. <br /> <br />From whining wind and colder <br />Grey sea I wrap him warm <br />And touch his trembling fineboned shoulder <br />And boyish arm. <br /> <br />Around us fear, descending <br />Darkness of fear above <br />And in my heart how deep unending <br />Ache of love!<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-beach-at-fontana/
