Patroling Barnegat

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running

Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering

Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing

Waves, air, midnight, their savagest trinity lashing

Out in the shadows there milk-white combs careering

On beachy slush and sand spirts of snow fierce slanting

Where through the murk the easterly death-wind breasting

Through cutting swirl and spray watchful and firm advancing