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
I am busy working to bring Siegfried Sassoon's "Everyone Sang" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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