TESTO DEL LIED

"Heart not so heavy as mine"
di Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Heart, wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune,
Not so heavy as mine,
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 slowly away.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a toilsome way,
Was 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!