WHEN MOONLIKE ORE THE HAZURE SEAS
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When moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells, When silver jews and balmy breaze Bend down the Lily's bells;
When calm and deap, the rosy sleap Has lapt your soal in dreems, R Hangeline! R lady mine! Dost thou remember Jeames?
I mark thee in the Marble all, Where England's loveliest shine— I say the fairest of them hall Is Lady Hangeline.
My soul, in desolate eclipse, With recollection teems— And then I hask, with weeping lips, Dost thou remember Jeames?
Away! I may not tell thee hall This soughring heart endures— There is a lonely sperrit-call That Sorrow never cures;
There is a little, little Star, That still above me beams; It is the Star of Hope—but ar! Dost thou remember Jeames?
W.M. Thackeray.