• Siegfried Sassoon

    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.