But first on earth, as Vampyre 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 corpse, Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire; As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are witherd on the stem. But one that for thy crime must fall, The youngest, best beloved of all, Shall bless thee with a farther's name - That word shall wrap thy heart in flame! Yet thou must end thy task and mark Her cheek's last tinge - her eye's last spark. And the last glassy glance must view Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue; Then with unhallowed hand shall tear The tresses of her yellow hair, Of which, in life a lock when shorn Affection's fondest pledge was worn- But now is born away by thee Memorial to thine agony! Yet with thine own best blood shall drip Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip; Then stalking to thy sullen grave Go - and with Ghouls and Afrits rave, Till theses in horror shrink away From spectre more accursed than they..