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.