George Meredith

(12 February 1828 – 18 May 1909 / Portsmouth, England)

Song In The Songless - Poem by George Meredith

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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