The Leaving Of The Valley Poem by Liam ó Comáin

No more for me the melodious
Notes of the skylark in your air,
Nor the various little singing
Streams which makes the Roe so fair.

No more for me the lengthy walks
In the evening of your day,
Through wood and glen with valley
Men like children at their play.

No more for me the vision
Of the coming of the Spring,
With your landscape changing daily
As your birds began to sing.

No more for me the reality
Of a boy with dreams anew,
So farewell, fair valley of my youth,
Your verdant fields adieu.