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| Ghosts of the Ancestors,
watching over the household, on Veterans Day and everyday |
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 Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless;
the singing will never be done. (1919)
[ellipses in original]
By Siegfried Sassoon (1886 — 1967)
Our Previous Lace Ghost, Constance:
Owl ~ Samhain ~ Atwood ~ Childhood
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By Elen Bezhen
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