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 paused, and carolled --

Then bubbled slow away!

It was as if a chirping brook

Upon a dusty way --

Set bleeding feet to minuets

Without the knowing why!

Tomorrow, night will come again --

Perhaps, weary and sore --

Ah Bugle! By my window

I pray you pass once more.