She whirled, she twirled, the mock-priest grinned,
And quickly his mask unriddled;
’Twas Adrian! loud his old laughter dinned;
Then he seized a fiddle, and fiddled.
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He fiddled, he glowed with the bottomless fire,
Like Sathanas in feature:
All through me he fiddled a wolfish desire
To dance with that bright creature.