Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand All alone in the crowded hall The hall it is gay, and the waves they are grand But my heart is not here at all. It flies far away, by night and by day To the times and the joys that are gone. But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met In the valley of Slievenamon. It was not the grace of her queenly air Nor her cheek of the rose's glow Nor her soft black eyes, not her flowing hair Nor was it her lily-white brow, 'Twas the soul of truth, and of melting ruth And the smile like a summer dawn That sold my heart away on a soft summer day In the valley of Slievenamon. In the festival hall, by the star-washed shore, Ever my restless spirit cries. 'My love, oh, my love, shall I ne'er see you more. And my land, will you never uprise?' By night and by day, I ever, ever pray While lonely my life flows on To see our flag unfurled and my true love to enfold In the valley of Slievenamon | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE TO A SKYLARK by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM A SONNET. ON CYNTHIA SICK by PHILIP AYRES SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY, SELECTION by AMBROSE BIERCE |