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. |