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 paused, and carolled - Then bubbled slow away! It was as if a chirping brook Upon a dusty way - Set bleeding feet to minuets Without the knowing why! Tomorrow, night will come again - Perhaps, weary and sore - Ah Bugle! By my window I pray you pass once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |