Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings
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.
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"O Where is our Mother of Peace..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Butler Yeats delivers a powerful performance in "Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...