by George Meredith (1828 - 1909)

Language: English 
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 the sound of sedges dry;
  In me they sing.

Composition:

    Set to music by Henry Dixon Cowell (1897 - 1965), "Song in the songless", L. 330 (1921) [ voice and piano ]

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-13
Line count: 8
Word count: 44