midnight
As for me , so under the spell of that voice have I always been , that I swear I thought her hardly used -- the darling vixen ! Come , my mother that carried me , Make me to-night an olden spell ! Try if my witch wife loves the Sea , Or she 'll choose the waves or she 'll choose for me , Then hey , for heaven or ho , for hell ! Circle the Cross on the midnight sand , Heap the fire and mutter the charm , Call her out to ye , soul in hand , Blind and bare to the moon she 'll stand , Then out to the sea or in to my arm ! _ Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden . _ I did not hear Margarita sing in opera till the night of her _ début _ in _ Faust _ .