Song in the Songless

By George Meredith 1828–1909 George Meredith
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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Poet George Meredith 1828–1909

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Nature, Music, Arts & Sciences

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George Meredith was a major Victorian novelist whose career developed in conjunction with an era of great change in English literature during the second half of the nineteenth century. While his early novels largely conformed to Victorian literary conventions, his later novels demonstrated a concern with character psychology, modern social problems, and the development of the novel form that has led to his being considered an . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Music, Arts & Sciences

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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