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]1 of sedges dry; In me they sing.
Song Cycle by Mary Plumstead (1905 - 1980)
?. Song in the songless  [sung text not yet checked]
- by George Meredith (1828 - 1909), "Song in the songless", appears in A Reading of Life [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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1 Cowell: "the sound"
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