Heart, wending late home
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune
Not so heavy as mine
Whistled itself a tune
Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet --
It was as if a Bobolink
Carolled and mused, and carolled --
Then bubbled slowly away
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why --
Heart not so heavy
Tomorrow -- night will come again --
Weary, perhaps, and sore
Ah Bugle, by my window
I pray you stroll once more!
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune
Not so heavy as mine
Whistled itself a tune
Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet --
It was as if a Bobolink
Carolled and mused, and carolled --
Then bubbled slowly away
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why --
Heart not so heavy
Tomorrow -- night will come again --
Weary, perhaps, and sore
Ah Bugle, by my window
I pray you stroll once more!
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