Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine

poem 83

Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune A careless snatch a ballad A ditty of the street Yet to my irritated Ear An Anodyne so sweet It was as if a Bobolink Sauntering this way Carolled, and paused, and carolled Then bubbled slow away! It was as if a chirping brook Upon a dusty way Set bleeding feet to minuets Without the knowing why! Tomorrow, night will come again Perhaps, weary and sore Ah Bugle! By my window I pray you pass once more.