To The River

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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 --

The heart which trembles at the beam

Of her soul-searching eyes.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 12, 2012 ⏰

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