名人诗歌|The Unappeasable Host

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^{2 child and press it to my breast，}

And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me.

Desolate^{3 winds that cry over the wandering sea；}

Desolate winds that hover^{4 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^{5 than candles at Mother Marys feet.}