The Unappeasable Host

       (Hm)    (Hm)/a    (G)          (D)                 (A) 
The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, 
      (Hm)        (Hm)/a    (G)           (D)               (A) 
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, 
               (Hm)    (Hm)/a (C)              (Em)         (A) 
For they will ride the   North when the ger-eagle flies, 
             (Hm)  (Hm)/a (G)            (F#)    (G)      (F#) 
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold 
 
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast, 
And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me, 
Desolate wind that cry over the wandering sea; 
Desolate wind that hover in the flaming West; 
 
Desolate wind that beats the doors of Heaven, and beat 
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost; 
O heart that winds have shaken, the unappeasable host 
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary‘s feet.