Here you will find the Poem Heart, not so heavy as mine of poet Emily Dickinson
83 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.