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THE VAMPIRE MOON
The vital vapors to absorb,
The moon, with famished gaze,
Suspends her lean, malignant orb
Above a dying face.
The moon, with famished gaze,
Suspends her lean, malignant orb
Above a dying face.
I watch her like a folded flower,
As silently expand
The pulses waving hour by hour
And heavier the hand,
As silently expand
The pulses waving hour by hour
And heavier the hand,
Till she hath brimmed her cup; and I
An empty chalice hold;
My heart, in agony, as dry,
In wintriness as cold.
An empty chalice hold;
My heart, in agony, as dry,
In wintriness as cold.
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