On the Beach at Fontana

Wind whines and whines the shingle,

The crazy pier-stakes groan;

A senile sea numbers each single

Slime-silvered stone.

 

From whining wind and colder

Grey sea I wrap him warm,

And touch his trembling fine-boned boyish shoulder

And trembling arm.

 

Around us fear, descending;

Darkness of fear above;

And in my heart how deep unending

Ache of love.