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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of labyrinth-like 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 & trembles)
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
My pretty self resembles;
For in my heart as in thy stream
Her image lightly lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam
The scrutiny of her eyes!
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Notes:
On the manuscript, the page is numbered 31 in the upper right corner, with a note that reads “by E. A. Poe,” apparently written in another hand.
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[S:1 - MS, 1828 (fac, 1937)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To The River —— (Text-02)