A FLOATING, a floatingAcross the sleeping sea,All night I heard a singing birdUpon the topmast tree. “Oh, came you from the isles of GreeceOr from the banks of Seine;Or off some tree in forests free,Which fringe the western main?” “I came not off the old worldNor yet from off the new—But I am one of the birds of GodWhich 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 sail’d them through.” ….. The End …..
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise,
When spirit passed before me what i saw?