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.