Louisa Stuart Costello

Here you will find the Poem Song.Thy form was fair of poet Louisa Stuart Costello

Song.Thy form was fair

Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright, 

 Thy voice was melody; 

Around thee beam'd the purest light 

 Of love's own sky. 

Each word that trembled on thy tongue 

 Was sweet, was dear to me; 

A spell in those soft numbers hung 

 That drew my soul to thee. 

Thy form, thy voice, thine eyes are now 

 As beauteous and as fair; 

But though still blooming is thy brow, 

 Love is not there. 

And though as sweet thy voice be yet, 

 I treasure not the tone; 

It cannot bid my heart forget? 

 Its tenderness is gone!