A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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 my heart, as in thy stream,
    Her image deeply lies —
The heart which trembles at the beam
    Of her soul-searching eyes.

Analysis of To The River