Elliott Carter — Heart not so heavy as mine

Heart, wending late home As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune Not so heavy as mine Whistled itself a tune Yet to my irritated ear An anodyne so sweet -- It was as if a Bobolink Carolled and mused, and carolled -- Then bubbled slowly away It was as if a chirping brook Upon a toilsome way Set bleeding feet to minuets Without the knowing why -- Heart not so heavy Tomorrow -- night will come again -- Weary, perhaps, and sore Ah Bugle, by my window I pray you stroll once more!