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!