Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SLIEVENAMON, by CHARLES JOSEPH KICKHAM First Line: Alone, all alone, by the wave-wash'd strand Last Line: To see our flag unrolled, any my true love to enfold, %in the valley near slievenamon | ||||||||
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 IRISH PEASANT GIRL by CHARLES JOSEPH KICKHAM PATRICK SHEEHAN by CHARLES JOSEPH KICKHAM MYLES O'HEA by CHARLES JOSEPH KICKHAM ST. JOHN'S EVE by CHARLES JOSEPH KICKHAM ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS WHERE'S AGNES? by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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