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Transitional Poem
(The God they cannot see sages defineIn a slow-motion. If I discipline My flux into a background still And sure as a waterfallWill not a rainbow come of that routine?)
So circumscribe the vampire and he'll die soon—Lunacy and anæmia take their own. Grounded in temperate soil I'll stay, An orchard god, and sayMy glow-worms hold a candle to the moon.
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Enough. There is no magicCircle nor prophylacticSorcery of garlicWill keep the vampire in.See!—that authenticOriginal of sinSlides from his cabinUp to my sober treesAnd spits disease,Thus infected, theyStart a sylvan rivalry,Poplar and oak surpassTheir natural green, and raceEach other to the stars.
