"Oh, listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make"
[From Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897)]
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
The gentle strains of midnight speech
And frozen stars that gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me, to hunt as one
To s***** the lambs of Christ
From where they fall...
The children of the night
What sweet music they make"
[From Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897)]
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
The gentle strains of midnight speech
And frozen stars that gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me, to hunt as one
To s***** the lambs of Christ
From where they fall...