With that white wand of yours—
Why, now I think on ’t, I have read of such
A silver-hair’d magician with a wand,
Who in a moment, with a wave of it,
Turn’d rags to jewels, clowns to emperors,
By some benigner magic than the stars
Spirited poor good people out of hand
From all their woes; in some enchanted sleep
Carried them off on cloud or dragon-back
Over the mountains, over the wide Deep,