Full Online Books
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
Full Online Book HomePoemsThe Unknowable
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
The Unknowable Post by :rwmsbey Category :Poems Author :Alfred Castner King Date :October 2011 Read :1154

Click below to download : The Unknowable (Format : PDF)

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 suffereth
The 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 spirits' dwelling place?
Knowest thou the distant regions of the skies
Where rest the spirits freed from mundane strife,
From mortal grief and care?
Knowest thou the secret of the future life?
Canst thou tell where?
From Space infinite echoed the reply:
Child of a transient day, thou too, to know, must die.

Ye Winds who blow and cleave the formless skies,
Ye Winds who blow with desolating breath,
Can ye reveal pre-natal mysteries,
And can ye solve the mystery of death?
Within thy ambient and viewless folds
Imprisoned in the air,
May not the spirits wait their earthly moulds?
Then tell ye where.
The answer came invisible and low:
Frail child of earthly clay, thou too must die to know.

What are your tidings, O ye raging Seas?
Do your waves wash the islands of the blest,
Or view the Gardens of Hesperides?
Know you the unborn spirits' place of rest?
And do your waters lave that unknown shore?
And when the night is gone,
Shall the freed spirit, tired and faint no more,
Behold the dawn?
The sad sea murmured, as its waves rolled high:
As all those gone before, thou, too, to know, must die.

(The end)
Alfred Castner King's poem: Unknowable

If you like this book please share to your friends :

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

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