Edgar Allan 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 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.