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Metabole, An Apostrophe To The Moon Metabole, An Apostrophe To The Moon

Metabole, An Apostrophe To The Moon
O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured timeHast thou, observant from thy astral poise,Thy ever-changing station in the skies,Beheld the wastes of earth, of air and space--Ruling the waters, and the sombre night?Pale queen of night, fair coquette of the skies,Thou, who with fickle, sweet inconstancyReceives the smile from the admiring sun,And straight transmits it to the sordid earth,--How many cycles of the silent pastHast thou beheld the rise and fall of man,His proud ascendency and swift decline;His zenith and his pitiful decay;E'er he emerged from out the dismal cave,His habitation rude... Poems - Post by : DoriFriend - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 766

I Think When I Stand In The Presence Of Death I Think When I Stand In The Presence Of Death

I Think When I Stand In The Presence Of Death
I think when I stand in the presence of Death, How futile is earthy endeavor,If it be, with the flight of the last labored breath, The tongue has been silenced forever.For no message is flashed from the lustreless eyes, When clos-ed so languid and weary,And no voice from the darkness re-echoes our cries, In response to the agonized query!We gaze at the solemn mysterious shroud With a vague and insatiate yearning,And perceive but the sombre exterior cloud, With our vision of no discerning.Not a whispering sound, not a glimmer of light, From that shadowy... Poems - Post by : JPMaroney - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2405

The Suicide The Suicide

The Suicide
What anguish rankled 'neath that silent breast? What spectral figures mocked those staring eyes, Luring them on to Stygian mysteries?What overpowering sense of grief distressed?What desperation nerved that rigid hand To pull the trigger with such deadly aim? What deep remorse, or terror, overcameThe dread inherent, of death's shadowy strand?Perhaps the hand of unrelenting fate Fell with such tragic pressure, that the mind In frenzy, uncontrollable and blind,Sought but the darkness, black and desolate.Perhaps 'twas some misfortune's stunning blight, Perhaps unmerited, though deep disgrace, Or vision of a wronged accusing facePictured indelibly before... Poems - Post by : tport - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 1231

The Unknowable The Unknowable

The Unknowable
O! Sun, resplendent in the smiling morn, As thou dost view the wastes of earth and sky,Canst thou behold the realms of the Unborn, Canst thou behold the realms of those who die?Where dwells the spirit e'er its mortal birth, E'er yet it sufferethThe pain and sorrow incident to earth? Where after death?The Sun gave answer, with refulgent glow:Child of a fleeting hour, thou too must die to know.Canst tell, thou jeweled canopy of space, Bewildering, and boundless to the eyes,Knowest thou the unborn... Poems - Post by : rwmsbey - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 962

Christmas Chimes Christmas Chimes

Christmas Chimes
Once more the merry Christmas bells, Are ringing far and wide;Their chime in rhythmic chorus swells, While every brazen throat foretells, A joyous Christmastide. What is the burden of your chime, Ye bells of Christmastide? What tidings in your clangorous rhyme,What message would your tongues sublime To human hearts confide? Our chime is of salvation's plan, And every ChristmastideSince Christmas bells to chime, began We've caroled Heaven's gift to man, A Saviour crucified.(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: Christmas... Poems - Post by : DaleThomson - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2223

From A Saxon Legend From A Saxon Legend

From A Saxon Legend
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed trouble, and imagined woe.Hers was a husband generous, and kind, Her children, three, were not of uncouth mold;Hers was a thatch which mocked at rain and wind; Within her secret purse were coins of gold.The drouth had ne'er descended on her field, Nor had distemper sore distressed her kine;The vine had given its accustomed yield, So that her casks were filled with ruddy wine.Her sheep and goats waxed fat, and ample fleece Rewarded every... Poems - Post by : fnewtz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 3167

Thoughts Thoughts

Thoughts
I dug a grave, one smiling April day, A grave whose small proportions testifiedTo empty arms, and playthings put away, To ears which heard, when only fancy cried; I wondered, as I shaped that little mound, If in my home such grief should e'er be found.I dug a grave, 'twas in the month of June; A grave for one who at his zenith died;When, on that mound with floral tributes strewn, The tear-drops fell of one but late his bride, I wondered if upon my silent bier... Poems - Post by : omni100 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 3368

The First Storm The First Storm

The First Storm
The leafless branch and meadow sere, The dull and leaden skies,Join with the mournful wind and drearIn dirges for the passing year, Which unreturning flies.The night in starless gloom descends, Nor can the pale moonshineBreak through the clouds whose veil extendsIn boundless form, and darkly blends With the horizon's line.Fond nature, in a playful mood, In cover of the night,Arrays the plain and forest rude,The city and the solitude, In robe of spotless white.(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: First Storm... Poems - Post by : Sarah - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2180

An Answer An Answer

An Answer
When passing years have streaked with frost These tresses now as jet,When life's meridian is crossed And beauty's sun has set,When youth's last fleeting charm is lost, Wilt thou be constant yet,Nor time thy sentiment exhaust And cause thee to forget? If so-- My answer, I confess, Shall be a calm, decided "Yes"; But otherwise a "No"!(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: Answer... Poems - Post by : lppierce - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 753

The Fragrant Perfume Of The Flowers The Fragrant Perfume Of The Flowers

The Fragrant Perfume Of The Flowers
The fragrant perfume of the flowers,Exuding in the summer hours,E'en as the altar's incense rareDisseminated through the air,May never reach the azure skies,Yet can the earth aromatize.And so the voice of secret prayer,Ascending on the wings of air,Though it should reach no listening ear,Of Deity inclined to hear,Still soothes the anguish of the mind,And leaves a tranquil peace behind.(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: Fragrant Perfume Of The Flowers... Poems - Post by : Wesleya - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 3149

As The Indian As The Indian

As The Indian
Lo, the poor Indian, whose untutored mindSees God in the clouds and hears Him in the wind.--Pope.Within the wind, my untaught ear The voice of Deity can hear,And in the fleeting cloud discern His movements, vast and taciturn; For in the universe I trace The wondrous grandeur of His face.I see him in each blade of grass, Each towering peak and mountain pass;Each forest, river, lake and fen Reveals the God of worlds and men; His works of wisdom prove to me, A wise, creative... Poems - Post by : BobTeske - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 3348

The Legend Of St. Regimund The Legend Of St. Regimund

The Legend Of St. Regimund
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd doffed his coat of mail and helmet bright,For sober cassock and monastic hood,Leaving the castle for the cloister rude,And changed the banquet's sumptuous repastFor frugal crusts and the ascetic fast;Forsook his charger and equipments forThe crucifix and sacerdotal war;While yet with valiant sword and blazoned shieldHe braved the dangers of the martial field,Or sought the antlered trophies of the chaseIn forest and sequestered hunting place;Or, tiring of the hunt's exciting sport,Enjoyed the idle pleasures of the court,Whiling away the time with... Poems - Post by : Dave_Smith - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2552

Deprive This Strange And Complex World Deprive This Strange And Complex World

Deprive This Strange And Complex World
Deprive this strange and complex world Of all the charms of art;Deprive it of those sweeter joys Which music doth impart;But oh, preserve that smile, which tells The secret of the heart!The world may lose its massive piles Which point their spires above;May spare the tuneful nightingale And gently cooing dove;But woe betide it, if it lose The sentiment of love!(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: Deprive This Strange And Complex World... Poems - Post by : twinhorizons - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2621

In Mortem Meditare (dying Thoughts) In Mortem Meditare (dying Thoughts)

In Mortem Meditare (dying Thoughts)
As Life's receding sunset fades And night descends,I calmly watch the gathering shades,As darkness stealthily invades And daylight ends.Earth's span is drawing to its close, With every breath;My pain-racked brain no respite knows,Yet shrinks it, from the grim repose It feels in death.The curtain falls on Life's last scene, The end is neared;At last I face death's somber screen,The fleeting joys which intervene Have disappeared.And as a panoramic scroll... Poems - Post by : imdreams - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2867

Dying Hymn Dying Hymn

Dying Hymn
The hour-glass speeds its final sands, In splendor sinks the golden sun, So men must yield to death's demands When human life its course has run. We view the ruins of the past, We stand surrounded by decay, Our transient hours are speeding fast And, e'er we think, have passed away. Weep not, nor mourn with idle tearThat hour, inevitable and sure; We move, our sojourn finished here, To nobler realms which shall endure.(The end)Alfred Castner King's poem: Dying Hymn... Poems - Post by : boboreilly - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 1595

Gently Lead Me, Star Divine Gently Lead Me, Star Divine

Gently Lead Me, Star Divine
Gently lead me, Star Divine, Lead with bright unchanging ray; O'er my lowly pathway shine, I shall never lose my way; Though uncertain be my tread,Pitfalls deep, and mountains high, Safely shall my feet be led, By Thy beacon, in the sky. Long ago, while journeying Westward, o'er the desert wild, Sages sought a promised King In the person of a child; By Thy bright illuminings, To that manger, in the fold, Thou did'st lead those... Poems - Post by : trench2k - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 672

Go, And Sin No More Go, And Sin No More

Go, And Sin No More
When the poor, erring woman sought In tears the Master's feet, Her breast, with deep contrition fraught, Repentance, full, complete, Divine compassion filled His eyes, He spake, says Sacred Lore,--"O, erring heart, forgiven, rise, Go, thou, and sin no more." The tear of contrite sorrow, shed By penitence, cast down, Shall flash, when solar rays have fled, In an eternal crown; That tear shall scintillate, and shine, When comets cease to soar; If thou... Poems - Post by : packrat - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 1638

Echoes From Galilee Echoes From Galilee

Echoes From Galilee
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless sea? Can but the mandate of a King So varied an assemblage bring?Behold the noble, rich, and great, From Levite, Pharisee and Priest,Down to the lowest dregs of fate, From mightiest even to the least; Yes, in this motley throng we find The palsied, sick, mute, halt, and blind.Is this some grand affair of state, A coronation, or display,By some vainglorious potentate,-- Or... Poems - Post by : Arina - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2662

The Nations Peril The Nations Peril

The Nations Peril
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,Where wealth accumulates and men decay.--Goldsmith.I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The castle strong could not endure;Nor can the squalid hovel be A source of strength, and those who causeThis widening discrepancy Infringe on God's eternal laws.The heritage of man, the earth, Was framed for homes, not vast estates;A lowering scale of human worth Each generation demonstrates,Which feels the landlord's iron hand, And hopeless, plod with effort brave;Who love no home can love... Poems - Post by : Wonema - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 3349

Battle Hymn Battle Hymn

Battle Hymn
Almighty Power! Who through the past Our Nation's course has safely led;Behold again the sky o'ercast, Again is heard the martial tread! Our stay in each contingency, Our Father's God, we turn to thee!For lo! The bugle note of war Is wafted from a southern strand!O Lord of Battles! we implore The guidance of Thy mighty hand, While as of yore, the hero draws His sword in Freedom's sacred cause!And when at last the oaken wreath Shall crown afresh the victor's brow;And Peace the... Poems - Post by : Redsy - Date : October 2011 - Author : Alfred Castner King - Read : 2209