Oil and Blood May 28, 2021 - One minute read - 43 words IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood; Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet. Poetry Yeats Next: On being asked for a War Poem Previous: Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen