Edgar Allan Poe > Stories/Poems > To the River

To the River 1829
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.