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 balladA ditty of the street. Yet to my irritated earAn Anodyne so sweet It was as if a Bobolink Sauntering this wayCarolled, pausedand paused, Then bubbled slow away. It was as if a chirping brook UponOpon the 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 -