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!