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EART 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 mused and carolled, Then bubbled slow away.