Here you will find the Poem The Night Bird: A Myth of poet Charles Kingsley
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.