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.