CLARO RIO
Claro rio!
no teu fluxo claro e brilhante,
De cristal, água errante,
tu és um emblema do brilho
da beleza, coração não escondido,
o labirinto brincalhão da arte
Na filha do velho Albert.
Mas quando dentre suas ondas ela observa,
Que os reluz e oscila,
Por quê, então, o mais bonito dos riachos
seu adorador a seu coração se assemelha, como no teu rio,
sua imagem profundamente repousa
seu coração se irradia de alegria
no raio de seus olhos que procuram almas.
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To The River
by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1829)
(published 1829)
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 my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
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 my heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
