Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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.

1. Elizabeth
2. In Youth I have Known One
3. Enigma
4. Sancta Maria
5. The Divine Right of Kings

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