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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 —
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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,
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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 - JHW11, 1911] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To The River ---- (ed. J. H. Whitty, 1911)