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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!