Everybody 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. 

from Collected Poems 1908 - 1956 (Faber, 1961), copyright 1918, 1920 by E P Dutton, copyright © 1936, 1946, 1947, 1948 by Siegfried Sassoon, by permission of Barbara Levy as agent for George Sassoon. Poem featured in the Poetry Archive's BBC 100 Collection.

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