The Bird and the Ship Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

       &nbsp "The rivers rush into the sea,
       &nbsp By castle and town they go;
The winds behind them merrily
       &nbsp Their noisy trumpets blow.


       &nbsp "The clouds are passing far and high,
       &nbsp We little birds in them play;
And everything, that can sing and fly,
       &nbsp Goes with us, and far away.


       &nbsp "I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither,
       &nbsp       &nbsp or whence,
       &nbsp With thy fluttering golden band?"—
       &nbsp "I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea
       &nbsp I haste from the narrow land.


       &nbsp "Full and swollen is every sail;
       &nbsp I see no longer a hill,
I have trusted all to the sounding gale,
       &nbsp And it will not let me stand still.


       &nbsp "And wilt thou, little bird, go with us?
       &nbsp Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall,
For full to sinking is my house
       &nbsp With merry companions all."—