To the River
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flowOf crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glowOf beauty--the unhidden heart--The playful maziness of artIn old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks--Which glistens then, and trembles--Why, then, the prettiest of brooksHer worshipper resembles;For in his heart, as in thy stream,Her image deeply lies--His heart which trembles at the beamOf her soul-searching eyes.
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