Love's Plea.

I love thee, my darling, both now and forever,
    My heart feels the thralldom of love's mystic spell,
'Tis fettered with shackles which nothing can sever,
    To the heart which responds to its passionate swell.

I love thee, my darling, with love that is stronger,
    Than all the fond ties which the heart holds enshrined;
Adversity, sorrow or pain can no longer
    Detract from this heart, if with thine intertwined.

I love thee, my darling, with sacred affection,
    Which death, nor the cycles of time shall efface;
Nor from my heart's mirror, erase thy reflection,
    Nor tear thy fond heart from its fervent embrace.

Alfred Castner King

Alfred Castner King was an American poet. He is recognized for his significant contributions to American poetry. Despite battling with blindness, his disability did not deter him from crafting poetry that captivated many readers. King often wrote about nature and personal experiences, reflecting a deep appreciation for the world around him and the nuances of human emotion.

Alfred Castner King

Despair.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

Humanity's Stream.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

Battle Hymn.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

From A Saxon Legend.

Alfred Castner King, Simple Poetry

English

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