Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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 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.


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  • (11/19/2015 5:41:00 AM)


    .....wonderful poem ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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