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 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,