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Charles Kingsley - The Night Bird: A Myth
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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.`

Eversley, 1848.
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