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,
Reaches, with one brief moment's rapid flight,
The vast 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 bear in heaven a shape distinct with stars.