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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 his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies —
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
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Notes:
This version is identical to that printed in The Raven and Other Poems (1845), with no changes in words or punctuation.
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[S:1 - WORKS, 1850] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To the River —— (reprint)