Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;

And I was filled with such

As prisoned birds must find in freedom,

Winging wildly across the

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

Drifted away… O, but

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