The Wind Among the Reeds/Hanrahan laments because of his Wanderings

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3341175The Wind Among the Reeds — Hanrahan laments because of his WanderingsWilliam Butler Yeats

HANRAHAN LAMENTS BECAUSE OF HIS WANDERINGS[1]

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 forget me
Under her purple hood.

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