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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 —

 

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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,

The scrutiny of her eyes.