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 And she handed him a flow'ret,

Mountain flower strangely scented,

With white ribbons tied together.

Roderigo smiled in greeting,

Kissed the gaily colored blossoms,

Leaning over till his curls

Lightly touched upon her forehead,

From his lips escaped a question

As the scent escapes from flowers:

—Pretty child, what do they call you?

—Sir, they call me Satanella!

—Satanella? . . . What a strange name

Gallantly the knight retorted,

But full worthy that an angel

Bow before your Godly beauty!

And thereafter, every morning

At the same time, after daybreak,

Dusky, barefoot child would stand there

At the citadel's wide portals

Thus the knight received each morning

One lone flower, kissed its blossoms—

Thinking perhaps he was kissing

Satanella's lips so tender.