第12章 Song In The Songless
- A Reading of Life
- George Meredith
- 167字
- 2016-03-15 11:07:36
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.