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 they 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.