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.