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When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas
by William Makepeace ThackerayWhen 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.