Song in the Songless
Read 'Song in the Songless' by 'George Meredith' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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