The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
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 wayCarolled, and paused, and carolled - Then bubbled slow away! It was as if a chirping brookOpon a dusty way - Set bleeding feet to minuetsWithout the knowing why! Tomorrow, night will come again - Perhaps, weary and sore - Ah Bugle! By my window I pray you pass once more.