Religion
Song in the Songless
From Poems — Volume 3
Religion
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Meredith, George. “Song in the Songless.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meredith/232/.
Chicago
Meredith, George. “Song in the Songless.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meredith/232/.
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