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
Opon a toilsome way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why –
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
Opon 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!
Soul ′ Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed,
But tens have won an all –
Angels′ breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee –
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul!