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THE VAMPIRE
A lily in a twilight place?
Or moonflower in the lonely night?—
Strange beauty of a woman's face
Of wildflower-white!
Or moonflower in the lonely night?—
Strange beauty of a woman's face
Of wildflower-white!
The rain that hangs a star's green ray
Slim on a leaf-point's restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray
As was her dress.
Slim on a leaf-point's restlessness,
Is not so glimmering green and gray
As was her dress.
I drew her dark hair from her eyes,
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies
Of Hell may smile.
And in their deeps beheld a while
Such shadowy moonlight as the skies
Of Hell may smile.
She held her mouth up, redly wan
And burning cold:—I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn
Makes of a mist.
And burning cold:—I bent and kissed
Such rosy snow as some wild dawn
Makes of a mist.
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God shall not take from me that hour,
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When 'neath my lips, like some fierce flower,
Her white throat swung!
When round my neck her white arms clung!
When 'neath my lips, like some fierce flower,
Her white throat swung!
Nor words she murmured while she leaned!
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,—
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.
Witch-words, she holds me softly by,—
The spell that binds me to a fiend
Until I die.
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