Smyrna times., 1855-06-06
8 Gbeiee Qoenr,
T H e v A III PIRE,


Cries in despair, and tries to pray,
Or whistles to make 1t boldcr.
There 's.nOt a star CLEANS through the air
The sky itself seems rolled from there,
And the great black vault beyond left bare,
Like an empty tomb, aud often
The screech-owl boots, and harsh and low
The crOak of the filthy carrion crow
Sounds dull and heuvy, as when they throw
The clods upon a coffin.
The huge old gloomy church-yard trees
Are tossing their arms, as trying to seize
IN their mighty grasp the whistling breeze
That like young saplngs bends them;
The tombstOnes, too, with ghostly air,
Are standing like srOuded corpses there,
Aud shine with pale and especial glare
That the pitchy darkness lends them.
Nnhst ever and anon CLEANS forth,
Pon the silent, awc-struck earth
L.ie to the hIdeous grim of mmth
That lights up demon faces.
IAe quvering llghtnng's crimson glow,
HhiisI the dIStaHt thunder mutters low,
.iad "rked bolts IN the heavens show +
The path that the storm-kng traces.
What mighty, irresistible pow'r,
Draws me at his fearful hour,
When lIgAtnings CLEAN and storm. clouds low'r.
Among the dead to waDder!
The earth with Wondering bodies swarms,
And hnrdes OF foul aud lOathsOme worms
Are feasiing on once lovely forms
Within the churci-yard yOnder.
WHAT draws me onward thrS! ] see
y small. white hand, that beckons me;
In VAIN try To turn and flee
From that phantom hand a feeling
Rrsistlrss, drives me madly OF,
And now my heart seems turned to stone,
Az at that hour, aud all alone,
Upon her grave I'm kneeling.
VS. here the angel one doth lie,
81 madly loved, to save whom
Had prayed to God that might die,
Whist bitter tears were rolling.
Bai mark! what sound now fills the air,
81. aad sweet an infants prayer!
lie cInes. IN yon old tower there,
Ii. N Jnight hour are toiling.
And now ghOstly. flickering flame,
Lit up The slab that bore her maine
In flashes from the grave it came
With wild, unearthIy glaring;
Aud see, directly under me,
The earth yawns open suddenly,
And with my brain on fire, see
The dead girl at me staring! ~. E.
There in her linen shroud, she lies,
And stares at me with leaden eyes
Her arms up towards me seem to rise,
As she would seize upon me;
There not change in that lovely face
Not a worm has left its loathsOme trace
1t seems as Death could scarce erase
The gentle smile that won me.
Still red those lips that I have press'd,
Aud marvelled that was so blest;
The golden rlnglets I've caress'd
Wave Ger her marble forehead ~.
Her small, white hands lie folded there,
Buf, ,.oh that fixed, unearthy stare,
1t seemed my very bsain TO scar
Oh, God that look-'twas horrid!
And now. would ! had the pow'r ...f
TO blot the thought of that fearful hour
Fen now before / shrink and cow'r
From my memory forever; s
see the dead girl slowly rise,
Still fixed upon ne are her eyes;
The fearful look that in them lies
VIII from my thoughts fade never.
Slowly she rises from her grave,
Her. long, white shroud the night winds wave
And new of nonght I'm conscious save
Her arms are thrown around me;
could not stir, could not speak,
felt her cold lips on my check
Twas all in vain tried to break
The hideous spell that bound me.
Helpless | lay, when suddenly -.
A sharp, quick pang, there seized on me-
knew--oh, fearful agony -
Tho corpse on my blood was Preying;
And, with yell of fear, broke ...
The spell that bound me, and--awoke;
Cod sweats, like dew, my garments soak,
For in Dreamiand I'D been straying.
But on my check was still the blood,i u
The loathsome vampires horrid food; % 3 &
turned 20 where the girl had stood,
Expecting that my gaze would meet her
But no, my eye royes vainly round; g, Il,
How came then to have this woundf :
smiled, when finally ! found q.
Upon my hand mashed mosquito! I.
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