Everyone Sang 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. by Siegfried Sassoon













