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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |