One of my absolute favorites...I don't know the author, I think no one does, actually...

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.

Warmly, Margi--whose girl Poppers died on Sunday morning, the 13th