TO THE RIVER __
        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.