All of Satanella's sadness.
As he vanished in the blue heights
Satanella laughed out loudly
With a rippling, tumbling laughter
That from mount to mountain travelled,
Flew among the greyish ruins,
Then returned on wings of echo.
Thus at night across the snow drifts
Falls the bells' metallic tinkle,
Sound the sleigh-bells and the laughter.
Soon but ceased this jolly outburst
Passed into a song of sadness
From whose waves of melancholy
It shone forth like flash of moonlight,
Like a shiny golden fish-scale.
Now it vanished . . . perhaps drowning
In that sea of sweet emotions
That encircles hearts of lovers
With a sweetly-mellow current—
Then it burst anew however,
Passed through many variations,
Then rejoiced, the daring dreamer
Having found a bough with flowers
Where to hang its wings of music,
Now had found a sturdy tower
Where to hang its bells of metal.
What approaches in the distance?
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