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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of chrystal, wandering 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;
For in my heart — as in thy stream —
Her image deeply lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam,
Of her soul-searching eyes.
[[This version gives the text as originally printed, with indications for Poe’s changes]]
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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of >>labyrinth-like<< <chrystal, wandering<< 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 >>—<< <;>
For in my heart — as in thy stream —
Her image deeply lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam,
>>The scrutiny of her<< eyes.
<Of her soul-searching>
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Notes:
None.
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[S:1 - ATMP-EH, 1845] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To the River —— (Text-05)