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.