When moonlike ore the hazure seas br In soft effulgence swells, br When silver jews and balmy breaze br Bend down the Lily's bells; br When calm and deap, the rosy sleep br Has lapt your soal in dreems, br R Hangeline! R lady mine! br Dost thou remember Jeames? br br I mark thee in the Marble All, br Where England's loveliest shine— br I say the fairest of them hall br Is Lady Hangeline.