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Poem by Charles Kingsley
The Night Bird
A Myth A floating, a floating Across the sleeping sea, All night I heard a singing bird Upon the topmost tree. 'Oh came you off the isles of Greece, Or off the banks of Seine; Or off some tree in forests free, Which fringe the western main?' 'I came not off the old world Nor yet from off the new— But I am one of the birds of God Which sing the whole night through.' 'Oh sing, and wake the dawning— Oh whistle for the wind; The night is long, the current strong, My boat it lags behind.' 'The current sweeps the old world, The current sweeps the new; The wind will blow, the dawn will glow Ere thou hast sailed them through.'
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