She bathed her spirit in the flame,
And near the centre took her post;
From all sides to her ears there came
The dreary anguish of the lost.
The devil started at her side
Comely, and tall, and black as jet.
"I am young Malespina's bride;
Has he come hither yet?"
"My poppet, welcome to your bed."
"Is Malespina here?"