Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 - X. - The Source Of The Danube

Not, like his great Compeers, indignantly Doth Danube spring to life! The wandering Stream (Who loves the Cross, yet to the Crescent's gleam Unfolds a willing breast) with infant glee Slips from his prison walls: and Fancy, free To follow in his track of silver light, Mounts on rapt wing, and with a moment's flight Hath reached the encincture of that gloomy sea Whose waves the Orphean lyre forbade to meet In conflict; whose rough winds forgot their jars To waft the heroic progeny of Greece; When the first Ship sailed for the Golden Fleece Argo, exalted for that daring feat To fix in heaven her shape distinct with stars.