“But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent. Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce, Must feed thy livid living corse; Thy victims ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.[xxiii]” Releasing one hand, he lifted her chin so she would look at him. Gazing into the depths of her eyes, he asked, “And this did not drive you away?”
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