Heart Not So Heavy As Mine, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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.

    To-morrow, night will come again,
    Weary, perhaps, and sore.
    Ah, bugle, by my window,
    I pray you stroll once more!