Edgar Allen Poe

To The River

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 Alberto’s daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks – / Which glistens then, and trembles – / Why, then, the prettiest of brooks / Her worshiper resembles; / For in his heart, as thin thy stream, / Her image deeply lies – / His heart which trembles at the beam / Of her soul-searching eyes.

— Edgar Allen Poe

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