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<h1>To the River</h1>
<h3>By Edgar Allan Poe</h3>
<p>Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow<br/>
Of crystal, wandering water,<br/>
Thou art an emblem of the glow<br/>
Of beauty—the unhidden heart—<br/>
The playful maziness of art<br/>
In old Alberto's daughter;<br/><br/>
But when within thy wave she looks—<br/>
Which glistens then, and trembles—<br/>
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks<br/>
Her worshipper resembles;<br/>
For in his heart, as in thy stream,<br/>
Her image deeply lies—<br/>
His heart which trembles at the beam<br/>
Of her soul-searching eyes.<br/></p>
<p>1829</p>
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