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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 mazines 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 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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[S:1 - PSM, 1843 (photocopy)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To The River —— (Text-05b)