Keeping the river to my left

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 worshiper 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.


                                      Edgar Allan Poe