Everyone Sang

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Everyone suddenly burst out singing;   
And I was filled with such delight   
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,   
Winging wildly across the white   
Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight.            
     
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;   
And beauty came like the setting sun:   
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror   
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone   
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.   
 
~ Siegfried Sassoon