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XLVI. "Heart not so heavy as mine"

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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!

The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson

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