Wouldst thou that I work
A charm over this waste and savage wood,
This Babylon of crags and aged trees,
Filling its coverts with a horror
Thrilling and strange?...
I offer thee the fruit
Of years of toil in recompense; whate’er
Thy wildest dream presented to thy thought
As object of desire, shall be thine.[6]
Justina knows less about the philosophical god of Cyprian, and more of the might of a chaste heart. To the Devil she says—