When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas

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.