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.