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FAIR river! in thy bright, clear flow
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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
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Her worshipper resembles;
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For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies —
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His heart which trembles at the beam
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Of her soul-searching eyes.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - SW94, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To the River ---- (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)