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!