Heart not so heavy as mine:

Heart not so heavy as mine,   
Wending late home,   
As it passed my window   
Whistled itself a tune,—   
 
A careless snatch, a ballad,                     5
A ditty of the street;   
Yet to my irritated ear   
An anodyne so sweet,   
 
It was as if a bobolink,   
Sauntering this way,                               10
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                  15
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!                   20