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 But one day, in early Autumn

Disappeared his Satanella,

As a bird from forest's shadows

As a golden bee from meadows

Flying, mayhap, with the swallows.

But next year, when through the window

May exhaled sweet scent of roses,

She returned there with the first bird,

With first primrose of the meadows.

Soon the knight became accustomed

To the flowers and the kisses,

While his kisses often wandered

From the blooms to lips so tender,

Like the bees for honey hung'ring.

Thus, today, long winter over,

With the blooms came Satanella.

But, my heavens—child no longer

But a woman in full beauty.

Bud of amaranth no longer

Now a scented rose, dark colored:

Now a bashful child no longer

But a maid, eyes closed demurely

In a joyous, glad confusion.

Tender lips that were but segments

Of pale leaves of briar roses,

Now have opened in full blossom