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...HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE MARRIAGE VOW by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON |