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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.



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