I'm sorry for the repeat, but holy shit, and I'm so joyful

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 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.