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

April, 1919.