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