Ulysses, that old man of war,
He was of high degree
And sailed the mighty sea
Full many times. How many times sailed he
Homer the Greek hath sung before,

O mystic voices on that watery main
Where sailing men have made their pilgrimage,
I hear thy harpy voices quail
All on a sudden thro' a veil

It was a bird upon a bough
That sang to me
This very song that I do now
Make all to see:
"Chirp chirp tu-whit tu-whoo tu-whee
How jocund is my harmony