The bird

Afloating, afloating

Across the sleeping sea,

All night I heard a singing bird

Upon the topmost tree.

O came you from the isles of Greece,

Or from the banks of Seine?

Or off some tree in forest free

That fringe the western main?

I came not off the Old World

Not yet from off the New,

But I am one of the birds of God

That sing the whole night through.