I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ
By Walt Whitman
I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I pass'd the church; Winds of autumn! - as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful; I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera - I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; Heart of my love! - you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head; Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.
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