To The River --

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 heartThe
playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looksWhich
glistens then, and tremblesWhy,
then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply liesHis
heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.