Chapter 32 EPILOGUE

With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's

Steep height, and saw the city as from a tower,

Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,

Where evil comes up softly like a flower.

Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain,

Not for vain tears I went up at that hour;

But, like an old sad faithful lecher, fain

To drink delight of that