Song In The Songless Poem by George Meredith

Song In The Songless

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They have no song, the sedges dry,
And still they sing.
It is within my breast they sing,
As I pass by.
Within my breast they touch a string,
They wake a sigh.
There is but sound of sedges dry;
In me they sing.

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George Meredith

George Meredith

Portsmouth, England
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