THE UNAPPEASABLE HOST
by: William Butler Yeats
- HE Danaan children laugh, in cradles
of wrought gold,
- And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
- For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
- 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 winds that cry over the wandering sea;
- Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West;
- Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat
- The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;
- O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host
- Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
POEMS BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
"The Unappeasable Host"
is reprinted from The Wind Among the Reeds. W.B. Yeats.
London: Elkin Mathews, 1899.