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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vampire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rose among us where we lay.<br>She wept, we put our work away.<br>She chilled our laughter, stilled our play;<br>And spread a silence there.<br>And darkness shot across the sky,<br>And once, and twice, we heard her cry;<br>And saw her lift white hands on high<br>And toss her troubled hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shape was this who came to us,<br>With basilisk eyes so ominous,<br>With mouth so sweet, so poisonous,<br>And tortured hands so pale?<br>We saw her wavering to and fro,<br>Through dark and wind we saw her go;<br>Yet what her name was did not know;<br>And felt our spirits fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We tried to turn away; but still<br>Above we heard her sorrow thrill;<br>And those that slept, they dreamed of ill<br>And dreadful things:<br>Of skies grown red with rending flames<br>And shuddering hills that cracked their frames;<br>Of twilights foul with wings;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And skeletons dancing to a tune;<br>And cries of children stifled soon;<br>And over all a blood-red moon<br>A dull and nightmare size.<br>They woke, and sought to go their ways,<br>Yet everywhere they met her gaze,<br>Her fixed and burning eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are you now, —we cried to her—<br>Spirit so strange, so sinister?<br>We felt dead winds above us stir;<br>And in the darkness heard<br>A voice fall, singing, cloying sweet,<br>Heavily dropping, though that heat,<br>Heavy as honeyed pulses beat,<br>Slow word by anguished word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the night strange music went<br>With voice and cry so darkly blent<br>We could not fathom what they meant;<br>Save only that they seemed<br>To thin the blood along our veins,<br>Foretelling vile, delirious pains,<br>And clouds divulging blood-red rains<br>Upon a hill undreamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this we heard: 'Who dies for me,<br>He shall possess me secretly,<br>My terrible beauty he shall see,<br>And slake my body's flame.<br>But who denies me cursed shall be,<br>And slain, and buried loathsomely,<br>And slimed upon with shame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And darkness fell. And like a sea<br>Of stumbling deaths we followed, we<br>Who dared not stay behind.<br>There all night long beneath a cloud<br>We rose and fell, we struck and bowed,<br>We were the ploughman and the ploughed,<br>Our eyes were red and blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some, they said, had touched her side,<br>Before she fled us there;<br>And some had taken her to bride;<br>And some lain down for her and died;<br>Who had not touched her hair,<br>Ran to and fro and cursed and cried<br>And sought her everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Her eyes have feasted on the dead,<br>And small and shapely is her head,<br>And dark and small her mouth,' they said,<br>'And beautiful to kiss;<br>Her mouth is sinister and red<br>As blood in moonlight is.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then poets forgot their jeweled words<br>And cut the sky with glittering swords;<br>And innocent souls turned carrion birds<br>To perch upon the dead.<br>Sweet daisy fields were drenched with death,<br>The air became a charnel breath,<br>Pale stones were splashed with red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green leaves were dappled bright with blood<br>And fruit trees murdered in the bud;<br>And when at length the dawn<br>Came green as twilight from the east,<br>And all that heaving horror ceased,<br>Silent was every bird and beast,<br>And that dark voice was gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word was there, no song, no bell,<br>No furious tongue that dream to tell;<br>Only the dead, who rose and fell<br>Above the wounded men;<br>And whisperings and wails of pain<br>Blown slowly from the wounded grain,<br>Blown slowly from the smoking plain;<br>And silence fallen again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until at dusk, from God knows where,<br>Beneath dark birds that filled the air, <br>Like one who did not hear or care,<br>Under a blood-red cloud,<br>An aged ploughman came alone <br>And drove his share through flesh and bone,<br>And turned them under to mould and stone;<br>All night long he ploughed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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She wept, we put our work away.
She chilled our laughter, stilled our play;
And spread a silence there.
And darkness shot across the sky,
And once, and twice, we heard her cry;
And saw her lift white hands on high
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