TO THE RIVER --

Edgar Allan Poe, 1829

    Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
    Of crystal, wandering water,
    Thou art an emblem of the glow
    Of beauty- the unhidden heart-
    The playful maziness of art
    In old Alberto's daughter;

    But when within thy wave she looks-
    Which glistens then, and trembles-
    Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
    Her worshipper resembles;
    For in his heart, as in thy stream,
    Her image deeply lies-
    His heart which trembles at the beam
    Of her soul-searching eyes.

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