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4.
TO THE RIVER ———
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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of labyrinth-like water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty — the unhidden
heart —
The playful maziness of
art
In old Alberto's daughter —
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But when within thy wave she looks —
Which glistens then, and
trembles —
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles
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For in my heart — as in thy stream —
Her image deeply lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam,
The scrutiny of her eyes. |
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