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.