Everyone suddenly burst out singing
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging widely 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.