Long as one Gothic shrine shall rise
With 'scutcheon'd tomb, and banner'd stall,
Or the blest glances of the skies,
Through storied casements dimly fall;
Long as one heart shall beat to hear
Legends of the old valiant time;
Long as the Sabbath wind shall bear
The music of one haunting chime.
White lady, sitting on the sea,
Tell to me, oh, tell to me,