Heart, not so heavy as mine 83 (Angol)
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. Feltöltő | Fűri Mária |
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