To a few, who know well the woods and fields about their homes, it may suggest a lonely little pond, with a dark bird rising swiftly, far out of reach, leaving the ripples playing among the sedges.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
I like to smell the damp, fresh scent of the sedges."
"A Vanished Hand"
Sarah Doudney
You could listen to the whisper of the water among the sedges, and look off, across the river, to the low-lying meadows beyond-a scene which was fascinating in its intense quietness.
"A Vanished Hand"
Sarah Doudney