Two songs

Song Cycle by Mary Plumstead (1905 - 1980)

Word count: 44

?. Song in the songless [sung text not yet checked]

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.


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1 Cowell: "the sound"

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