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.