The Vampire

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A dramatic poem by Rudyard Kipling describing a man's foolish love for a woman who exploits him.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


British (General)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the vampire Roger Kipling a fool there was and he made his prayer even as you or I to rag and a bone and a hank of hair We called her the woman who did not care but the fool he called his lady fair even as you or I over the years we waste and the tears we waste and the work of our head in hand belong to the woman who did not know And now we know she never could know and did not understand the full there was in his goods he spent even as you or I Oh, yes. And faith and assure intent. And it wasn't the least what the lady meant. But a fool must follow his natural bent even as you or I of the toil we lost and the spoil we lost And the excellent things we planned belonged to the woman who didn't know why. And now we know she never knew why and did not understand. The fool was stripped to his foolish hide, even as you are I which she might have seen when she throw him aside. But it isn't on record. The lady tried so some of them lived, but most of them died even as your eye. And it isn't the shame. And it isn't the blame that stings like a white hot brand is coming to know that she never knew why seeing at last, she could never know why and never could understand.