'twixt the partly opened fingers
Wealth of pearly tears outpouring
Like a flood of shining rain drops,
Yes, and that with heavy sighing
Tremble walls and trembles ceiling.
Thus, no doubt, felt man in parting
With the Eden's gates for ever,
Thus have felt the subdued demons
When by God thrown in the abyss.
Thus felt God at world's creation
When he realized, thereafter,
That he made the world . . . for sorrow.
Moonlight vanished . . . all is darkness
As within the prelate's bosom.
At the daybreak, Brothers found him
Lying on the slab of marble,
Blood upon his wrinkled features.
They revived him with an effort.
Twice his withered lips yet quivered
As he whispered his last query.
"What happened to Satanella?"
—Burned at stake, as was the judgment!
"What happened to Roderigo?"
—He had tried to leap and perish
At the stake with Satanella.
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