Eight Harvard Poets/Of Too Much Song

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<poem>SEDGES, have you sung too much, Sedges gray along the shore? Can this autumn tempest touch

     Answering chords in you no more? 

Is the summer all forgot? —

     Now the ice is dark and strong

That has bound you to the spot —

     Did you die of too much song? 

Something in me is a harp

     Played by every wanton breeze. 

Moaning soft and piping sharp

     Are its wondrous melodies. 

Is the playing over-fast

     Though the answer now is strong? 

Like the sedges at the last

     Will it die of too much song?<poem>