Poe's Poetry

Poems of Youth: 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.