George Meredith - Song in the Songless
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2014-11-07
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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.
George Meredith
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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.
George Meredith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-in-the-songless/
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