Here you will find the Poem A Myth of poet Charles Kingsley
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?? ?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 sail?d them through.?