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 --

Tomorrow -- night will come again --
Perhaps -- tired and sore --
Oh Bugle, by the window,
I pray you stroll once more!