Gone the hair-enclosing 'kerchief,
Gone her tresses' triple garland;
Naught but hundred streams of darkness
Winding out as shining billows
Round the gaily colored bodice
From whose feeble, helpless bondage,
Overcome by their sweet pressure,
Found escape her dusky bosom.
And her hand is now embracing
Roderigo's neck and shoulders
While in truth her eyes are drinking
Lightning, shining 'neath his eye lids;
And her heart with quickened beating
Hastens forth in uncurbed yearning
To blend with his measured heart beats.
Head to head, lips lips enfolding
And one sigh, sweet and caressing,
"Do you love me, Roderigo?"
Head to head, lips lips enfolding
And one sigh, sweet and caressing,
"Yes, I love you, Satanella." . . .
For a long while, all was quiet,
Distant waters barely rippled,
Darkened forests barely whispered.
Just the thicket faintly trembled
With the earth's sweet, heavy breathing,
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