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 mused, and carolled - Then bubbled slow away -
It was as if a chirping brook Upon a toilsome way Set bleeding feet to minuets Without the knowing why -
Tomorrow - night will come again - Perhaps - tired and sore - Oh Bugle, by the window I pray you stroll once more!
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