Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings

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Title:     Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

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.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: Hanrahan Laments Because Of His Wanderings

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