midnight
I guide the pale Moon 's silver waggon ; The winds in magic bonds I hold ; I charm to sleep the crimson Dragon , Who loves to watch o'er buried gold : Fenced round with spells , unhurt I venture Their sabbath strange where Witches keep ; Fearless the Sorcerer 's circle enter , And woundless tread on snakes asleep . Lo ! Here are charms of mighty power ! This makes secure an Husband 's truth And this composed at midnight hour Will force to love the coldest Youth : If any Maid too much has granted , Her loss this Philtre will repair ; This blooms a cheek where red is wanted , And this will make a brown girl fair ! Then silent hear , while I discover What I in Fortune 's mirror view ; And each , when many a year is over , Shall own the Gypsy 's sayings true . ` Dear Aunt ! ' said Antonia when the Stranger had finished , ` Is She not mad ? '