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.
