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 Finally, the long procession

Came up to the greyish ruins

And stopped at the foot of mountain

Where Madonna's Holy picture

Hangs among the briar roses.

In two streams the throng divided

To let pass, right through their center

Johannites with monks and clergy.

Through this trebly made formation

Passed the bishop to the picture,

To their knees sank thronging people,

Ceased all whisp'ring long drawn quiet.

Up above the wall of mountain

In the shade of white acacia,

Satanella gazed and wondered

What went on there far beneath her.

In the meanwhile she selected

From her lap, dates long and slender

Feasted on them, and assembled

All their pits and stones about her.

Suddenly her roaming vision

'twixt the Johannites detected

Roderigo in his dark cloak,

Standing there with shaded forehead

As a cloud on skies in summer.