Song In The Songless

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Title:     Song In The Songless
Author: George Meredith [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
George Meredith's poem: Song In The Songless

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