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