To the River ⸻

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 my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.