A FLOATING, a floating
Across the sleeping sea,
All night I heard a singing bird
Upon the topmast tree.
-Oh, came you from the isles of Greece
Or from the banks of Seine;
Or off some tree in forests free,
Which fringe the western main?â?
-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.â?
-Oh, sing and wake the dawning-
Oh, whistle for the wind;
The night is long, the current strong,
My boat it lags behind.â?
-The current sweeps the old world,
The current sweeps the new;
The wind will blow, the dawn will glow,
Ere thou hast sail-d them through.â?
A Myth
Charles Kingsley
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Poem topics: god, sea, bird, whistle, long, strong, dawn, greece, main, tree, wind, world, I love you, I miss you, night, current, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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