Edgar Allan Poe - To the River— lyrics

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.