Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine
by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
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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Heart, We Will Forget Him
I Have No Life But This
I Held A Jewel
I Many Times Thought
You Left Me
'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
I Went To Thank Her
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
Awake Ye Muses Nine
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