THE GIAOUR
But first, on earth as Vampire sent.
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living copse.
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.