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 & trembles)

Why, then, the prettiest of brooks

My pretty self resembles;

For in my heart as in thy stream

Her image lightly lies —

The heart which trembles at the beam

The scrutiny of her eyes!