Though two continents to sever,
Scarce a mile of sea doth roar;
Though, whene'er that ocean-music
Sinks upon the summer air.
You may near Sultanieh's bulbuls
Answering those of Buyukdère.
To that belt of rolling water,
In the early Grecian age,
Came the Argive king's fair daughter
Fleeing Juno's jealous rage.