O where is our Mother of Peace Nodding her purple hood? For the winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. I would that the death-pale deer Had come through the mountain side, And trampled the mountain away, And drunk up the murmuring tide; For the winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood, And our Mother of Peace has forgot me Under her purple hood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE TO AN INDEPENDENT PREACHER by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |