Verse > W.B. Yeats > The Wind Among the Reeds

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899.

7. A Cradle Song

THE DANANN 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,         5
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;  10
O heart the winds have shaken; the unappeasable host 
Is comelier than candles before Maurya’s feet. 



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