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Rh Your supple youth and loveliness
 * A glamor left upon the air:

Whether to curse, whether to bless,
 * You wove a stronger magic there

With your lithe youth and loveliness.

Upon the earth your paces wrought
 * A circle such as magicians made

And still some hidden thing you sought
 * With hands desirous, half afraid,

Beyond the ring your paces wrought.

Your fingers, on the smoke and flame,
 * Moved in mysterious conjuring,

You seemed to call a silent Name,
 * And lifted like an outstretched wing

Your somber gown against the flame.

What darkling and demonian Lord,
 * In fear or triumph, did you call?

Ah! was it then that you implored,
 * With secret signs equivocal,

The coming of the covens' Lord?

Sweet witch, you conjured forth my heart
 * To answer always at your will!

Like Merlin, in some place apart,
 * It lies enthralled and captive still:

Sweet witch, you conjured thus my heart!