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