To The River - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
To The River -
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.
beauty definitely comes from the soul and I feel this is the meaning of this well written poem, by one of the best writers of his time!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:42:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Here I believe he speaks of inner beauty. Something more deep not just on the surface. I believe beauty is from within.