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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VAMPIRE, by DOLORES SWART First Line: Once on an early may - day morn Last Line: Then love, a broken thing beneath your feet. Subject(s): Vampires | |||
Once on an early May-day morn With Heaven's warm sunshine glistening on the dew, Wandering o'er wooded hills, sweet love was born; For I met you. Red were your lips, ah, red! And full of promise and of mad desire. You kissed me; Life was ecstasy, my heart A flaming fire. Too swiftly sped the day, Which foolishly I dreamed would last forever. Our world a paradise through which to stray, Nor death could sever. How could I know the selfish love of power, The mockery of your eyes, the vain deceit? Your glowing beauty, mine for one brief hour, Then love, a broken thing beneath your feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VAMPIRE by RUDYARD KIPLING CURSE OF THE VAMPIRE by MARY FIELDS ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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