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...OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM |