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The Unappeasable Host

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THE 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
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Seamus O Brian 13 September 2016
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast, And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me. O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet. This is hauntingly beautiful. I remember those days with a crying child rocking in my arms. How all the expanse of the universe can condense down to insignificance next to the voice of a single, tiny child in my arms.
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