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 ―
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.

Emily Dickinson

Nocturnal bird: I bet on Eagle owl(Duke)

Heart, not so heavy as mine
Going late home ―
As it passed my window
It whistled a tune alone―

A cheerful phrase ― a ballad ―
A ditty of the street ―
Yet so sweet a melody
To my irritated Ear―

It was relaxing this way
As if a Bobolink
Caroled, and paused, and caroled ―
Then murmured slowly!

It was as if a cheerful brook
On a dusty way ―
Stepped bleeding feet to minuets
Without knowing the reason!

Tomorrow, night will come again ―
Perhaps, weary and hurt―
Ah Musician! I pray you pass
By my window once more.