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

A poem by William Wordsworth

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.