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.