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TO THE RIVER ——.
[column 1:]
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,
But when within thy wave she looks,
(Which glistens then and
trembles,) [column 2:]
Why then the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles,
For in my heart — as in thy stream —
Her image deeply lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam,
The scrutiny of her eyes.
P.
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