Heart, not so heavy as mine

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.