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.

Originally posted 2018-07-22 17:44:52.