In early days thy fondness taught <br /> My soul its endless love to know; <br />Thy image waked in every thought, <br /> Nor fear'd my tongue to tell thee so. <br /> <br />In all the trusting faith of youth, <br /> That knows no dread, that feels no care, <br />I deem'd thy heart was all of truth, <br /> And I the cherish'd object there. <br /> <br />Alas! the vision'd bliss is gone— <br /> Too soon those days were o'er! <br />This heart still loves—but loves alone— <br /> Its joys are there no more<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-in-early-days/
