Siegfried Sassoon

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 whit
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 every one
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.