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.