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 Clambered up the sloping mountains

There to capture Satanella.

But she with a new-born laughter

Flitted sidewise to evade them,

Like the bird in ancient fable

Tempted on the ancient shepherd

With his shining golden feathers.

Higher, higher, she kept climbing

From one mountain to another

From one wall she scaled another,

With an ever rising laughter,

Like a butterfly escaping

When a meddling boy he teases.

With her constant flight grew angered

More and more the pack of soldiers,

Till at last they overtook her

As a doe with chase exhausted.

But refusing to be captured

She broke forth from her pursuers

And ran down the sloping hillside

Till she reached the wall of ruins,

From where, having lost the pathway

With a daring jump she landed

At the bishop's feet beneath her.

Frightened by her wild appearance

Bishop almost dropped the monstrance