drindle made me think of sea-dingle

So I looked it  up....

The Wanderer

by WH Auden

    Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.
    Upon what man it fall
    In spring, day-wishing flowers appearing,
    Avalanche sliding, white snow from rock-face,
    That he should leave his house,
    No cloud-soft hand can hold him, restraint by women;   
    But ever that man goes
    Through place-keepers, through forest trees,
    A stranger to strangers over undried sea,
    Houses for fishes, suffocating water,
    Or lonely on fell as chat,
    By pot-holed becks
    A bird stone-haunting, an unquiet bird.
    There head falls forward, fatigued at evening,
    And dreams of home,
    Waving from window, spread of welcome,
    Kissing of wife under single sheet;
    But waking sees
    Bird-flocks nameless to him, through doorway
    Of new men making another love.

    Save him from hostile capture,
    From sudden tiger's leap at corner;
    Protect his house,
    His anxious house where days are counted
    From thunderbolt protect,
    From gradual ruin spreading like a stain;
    Converting number from vague to certain,
    Bring joy, bring day of his returning,
    Lucky with day approaching, with leaning dawn.       


dingle noun literary or dialect a deep wooded valley or dell.

ORIGIN Middle English (denoting a deep abyss): of unknown origin. The current sense dates from the mid 17th cent.  

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