Hanrahan Laments Because of His Wanderings
O where is our Mother of PeaceNodding her purple hood?For the winds that awakened the starsAre blowing through my blood.I would that the death-pale deerHad come through the mountain side,And trampled the mountain away,And drunk up the murmuring tide;For the winds that awakened the starsAre blowing through my blood,And our Mother of Peace has forgot meUnder her purple hood.
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