Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
LXXII
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| HEART not so heavy as mine, | |
| Wending late home, | |
| As it passed my window | |
| Whistled itself a tune,— | |
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| A careless snatch, a ballad, | 5 |
| A ditty of the street; | |
| Yet to my irritated ear | |
| An anodyne so sweet, | |
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| It was as if a bobolink, | |
| Sauntering this way, | 10 |
| Carolled and mused and carolled, | |
| Then bubbled slow away. | |
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| It was as if a chirping brook | |
| Upon a toilsome way | |
| Set bleeding feet to minuets | 15 |
| Without the knowing why. | |
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| To-morrow, night will come again, | |
| Weary, perhaps, and sore. | |
| Ah, bugle, by my window, | |
| I pray you stroll once more! | 20 |
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