Хелависа - The unappeasable host

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The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
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And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
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For they will ride the  North when the ger-eagle flies,
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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.