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 old Alberto's daughter;

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.

From "Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe" 1829