The wind is crying in the night, br Like a lost child; br The waves break wonderful and white br And wild. br The drenched sea-poppies swoon along br The drenched sea-wall, br And there's an end of summer and of song - br An end of all. br br The fingers of the tortured boughs br Gripped by the blast br Clutch at the windows of your house br Closed fast. br And the lost child of love, despair, br Cries in the night, br Remembering how once those windows were br Open and bright.